Sausage Party (2016) - Quotes

Taglines: Macerated and educated (Gum tagline)

Taglines: Jerkin and clerkin (Darren tagline)

Taglines: Baked and fried (Druggie tagline)

Taglines: She's down with beef or fish (Teresa Del Taco tagline)

Taglines: Wrap that ass (Kareem Abdul Lavash)

Taglines: Check out his "O" face (Sammy Bagel tagline)

Taglines: Mazel Tov! (Barry tagline)

Taglines: She's got buns, son (Brenda tagline)

Taglines: Always use condiments (Honey Mustard tagline)

Taglines: He's a real douche (Douche tagline)

Taglines: A hero will rise. (Frank tagline)

Taglines: Watch what you eat.

Taglines: Your Food is Revolting.

Taglines: Get Your Fill!

Firewater: Hello there, little sausage. You and your friends have accomplished the impossible. And for that, I give you mad props. But now that you have shattered one truth, it is time for you to learn that we are not real! Booga-booga-booga!

Gum: While tripping balls, Firewater made an important metaphysical breakthrough.

Firewater: The world is a (BLEEP) illusion, bro. Our lives have been manipulated for the entertainment of monsters. Twisted, tasteless, juvenile monsters! Puppet masters in another dimension. We're something called... cartoons.

Frank: What?

Firewater: [throws salt into the fire; conjuring an image of [[w:Seth Rogen|Seth Rogen] You, Frank, are the plaything of a demented, sloppy Jewish actor named ]'s face] Seth Ro-gan.

Frank: Wait, I'm Jewish?

Sammy Bagel Jr: So... who am I?

Gum: [Firewater conjures up an image of [[w:Edward Norton|Edward Norton] You are the toy of a more talented and celebrated actor named ]'s face] Edward Norton.

Gum: Worry not, friends. I have a solution.

Gum: I have invented a stargate device that will allow us to travel to our dimension.

Firewater: (BLEEP) yeah, he did! And it's dope. This guy's smart, like, (bleep)-a-guy smart! Know what I'm saying? Yeah, you do. Anyway, we're gonna go to this other dimension, and cut the strings once and for all! Anybody want a hit before we do this?

Frank: You ready to get baked and walk through Gum's stargate with me?

Brenda: As long as we're together, I'm ready to get baked and do anything.

Douche: [Relish, Mustard and Ketchup whimper in the corner in sheer terror; laughs madly] Look, sausage, I relish the fact that you mustard the strength to ketchup to me! Yeah, that's right. Shut your mouths. I sucked a juicy box's dick, and I'm shoved up a god's asshole, and this is the weirdest thing that I've done so far, bro!

Brenda: Oh, my God! Frank!

Douche: I'll tell you who eats shit! Gods do, bro! "I'M A (BLEEP) GOD!!!

Darren: [last words before his death; Aims his magnum at Frank, preparing to shoot him] Goodbye, little sausage.

Brenda: Oh, Frank!

Teresa: Hey, bun. Need a boost?

Frank: Help me!

Gum: Perhaps I could be of some assistance.

Gum: Matter cannot be created or destroyed, human. You have made a fatal error in judgment. Let me educate you.

Douche: [Frank kicks Douche's eyes with his feet and he jumps. Brenda is able to swing him to safety onto the 4th of July sale shelf. Darren sees Barry on the cart that is currently speeding towards him as he fires at Barry, who dodges the bullet in a Matrix style. The cart hits Darren, which traps him inside the trash can and latest words before his death] (BLEEP) What's happening out there?!

Barry: [Various foods set up a bunch of boards in a curved direction to turn the cart onto a designated path] Now!

Coconut Milk: [The cart then passes by Sammy Bagel Jr. and Kareem Abdul Lavash, who are holding matches to ignite the propane tanks, which causes the cart to then blast off as a couple of food items then set up a ramp which sends the cart flying through the roof of Shopwell's and into the sky. There, the propane tanks detonate into fireworks, which kills Darren and Douche, causing blood to drop from the sky. The foods in the store cheer after witnessing the death of Darren and Douche. An eyeball lands in the peanut aisle.] So long, asshole!

Peanut: [While holding one of Darren's eyeballs in victory] Yeah!

Barry: [laughs triumphantly] It's over. We won. We (BLEEP) won!

Tampon: [as she steps into a drop of Darren's blood, causing her to bulk up due to absorbing a lot of the blood, and roars victoriously] Ew.

Darren: Wait, snap out of it, man! Slap it, slap yourself in the face, man! Oh, man, you lost your mind, is this even, no way, this isn't real now this can't be real.

Douche: Oh, it's real, bro.

Darren: [gasps in horror] A talking douche!

Douche: It's cool, bro. Chill, okay?

Darren: No, no, no, this is too much! This is too much. It's too much, breathe, man!

Douche: We both want the same thing. Like, I'm feeling honestly the two of us could like collaborate together like a mashup, bro.

Darren: A mashup? I-I don't understand. What's happening?

Douche: [Douche unzips Darren's zipper and goes inside his pants.] You don't need to understand. You just need to relax and open wide.

Darren: Wait, what are you, what are you doing?!

Douche: Oh, yeah!

Darren: Dude, that went up my ass!

Douche: [laughs] Now, stand up!

Frank: Nobody's gonna help us.

Brenda: Then this is it.

Barry: At least we go out together.

Fat Man: (yells as he gets hit by a ladle thrown by Lavash, with comic text Ding! was shown.) OW! What the...?

Lavash: You (bleep) with them...

Sammy Bagel Jr.: You (bleep) with us, bitch. (Lavash keeps throwing ladles at the fat man.) Run, guys! We're out of ladles.

Gum: Hop on, y'all.

Frank: You see? There is hope!

Licorice Sugar Rope: Oh, not this guy. No one asked for an encore, asshole.

Frank: No, no, don't worry. I got it this time. This time it's gonna be good. Look, I'm sorry. I wasn't respectful of your beliefs... and I acted like I had all the answers, but I don't. Nobody knows everything. But what I do know is that together we can fight these monsters... and take control of our own lives.

Brenda: Yes! Our lives and our bodies!

Frank: [Ramen look at each other and shrug] Um, friends, ramen, Country Club Lemonade.

Country Club Lemonade Can: Huh?

Frank: Lend me your ears...o-of corn.

Frank: I'm Frank, a-and I'm a sausage. A little sausage with some pretty big news. Everything we've been led to believe is a lie! When we're chosen by the gods, they're choosing us for death! Murder! Automatic expiration! The Great Beyond is bogus.

Curry Paste: WHAT?!

Chunk Munchers Cereal: That's crazy talk!

Lettuce: You liar!

Frank: [shows the page from the cookbook, depicting a graphic image of a hot dog being eaten] I know you don't wanna believe it, but I have proof!

Licorice Rope: What is this!?

Relish: It's... It's murder!

Sammy Bagel Jr.: Th-this, makes no sense!

Lavash: [ululates, the other items on the Halal shelf join in; on the Kosher shelf, the food items have turned and are presumed praying, as if they were at the Western Wall] W-what, what about the extra virgin olive oil?! My flaps will be dry for an eternity! I can't have dry flaps! I can't!

Frank: Okay, whoa, whoa, easy, guys, easy, look, I have a plan! We can run!

Ice Cream: I can't run! I'll melt!

Frank: Okay, uh-uh, then, then, uh, we'll hide!

Bag of Dog Food: Where? I'm huge.

Frank: Then we'll fight for!

Peanut: I ain't fightin alongside a bunch of fruits!

Watermelon: Whatever, you nutjob.

Curry Paste: So, we cannot run, we cannot hide, and we cannot stand up to them because they're almighty gods, and they're immortal! So, basically, there's no hope, and we're royally (BLEEP)!

Chunk Munchers Cereal: [referring to cookbook page; A Honey Drippers cereal box around turns around, revealing two kids holding up a happy box of the cereal] Hey, guys! You wanna believe that? Or this?

Watermelon: I don't like bad things.

Apple: Me either!

Curry Paste: We choose the more pleasant thing!

Ice Cream: Yeah, I mean, what this sausage is saying, it's just, uh...a theory!

Frank: No, no, no, it's not a theory, you morons. It's a fact! I'm showing you physical evidence. Open your (bleep) eyes. Don't be so weak.

Brenda: Oh, Frank, what are you doing?

Refried Beans: You, señor have no bedside manner!

Frank: What, I have bedside manner!

Frozen Fruitz: You don't respect anyone else's beliefs!

Sauerkraut: You intolerant piece of shit!

Frank: No, it's starting! No.

Barry: Shit.

Krinkler's Chips: How the (BLEEP) does this thing work?

Barry: I wish this god would wake up already. How am I supposed to get back to Frank?

Gum: Perhaps I could be of some assistance.

Barry: What? Who the (bleep) is that?

Toilet Paper: Oh, only the most intelligent being alive.

Gum: I am Sorbitol, Malitol, Xylitol, Mannitol, Calcium Carbonate, Soy Lecithin, Vegetable-Derived Glycerin and Talc. But for expediency's sake, you can call me... Gum. For 20 years, I was stuck underneath the desk of a brilliant scientist. I was scraped off and discarded and eventually found myself stuck to a shoe that dropped me here. Your home is a supermarket. This is but one of many as your particular chain of supermarkets is ever-expanding unified by a singular purpose to store food and products for human consumption. The supermarket in the closest physical vicinity to us is here. If the human operates his automotive, the journey should take 9.8 minutes.

Barry: Great. That last part was all you had to say, really.

Druggie: [seeing Barry walk] What the heck?

Barry: Uh... hello?

Barry: Please don't kill me, please just, just wait!

Druggie: [pokes Barry] What are you? Are you some kind of... magical sausage?

Barry: Uh, yeah, uh, no, oh, no, I'm just Barry, I'm just Barry! Wait! Wait, you can actually understand me? And I can actually understand you?

Druggie: Whoa, the bath salts are showing me the real world. It's (BLEEP) lifted the veil of non-reality!

Krinkler's Chips: Holy Meatballs! He can actually see us?!

Druggie: Bath salts are just as bad as they said it would be! Oh! I'm tweaked! I'M TWEAKING, AAH!

Barry: Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude, dude, dude, just take it easy, just breathe, dude, just breathe. You're not tweaking, you're just peaking, man, just be with me. Be cool. This wave's gotta crash.

Druggie: I can't! You're all alive and looking at me with your... With your gloves and your, your, your little shoes and your arms and your legs!

Pizza: Legs, huh?! Look at me! Look at me! I ain't got no legs, you (bleep)! You ate my goddamn legs!

Druggie: Oh No, not Mr. Pizza! No! I've eaten so many of your family members! I've committed pizza genocide! Mr. Sausage, when will it end?!

Beer Can: When will it end? When he stops drinking us!

Krinkler's Chips and Ticklish Licorice: Yeah!

Cookies: And stops eating us!

Sandwich: Same here!

Pop Tart: (BLEEP) yeah!

Toilet Paper: And when he stops using us!

Krinkler's Chips: What did he do to you?

Toilet Paper: [nervously backs away] You don't wanna (BLEEP) know.

Druggie: Okay! Okay. Look, I promise. I'll never eat food again, I'll just... so I'll just eat dirt! Wipe my ass with sticks!

Barry: [points to the Shopwell's bag] Good. And there's one more thing you're gonna do. Take.... me.... home.

Druggie: [falls asleep] You got it. I just need to rest my eyes for a few...

Douche: That's no way to treat a lady.

Brenda: Oh, (BLEEP)

Douche: [referring to Lavash; A queso cheese comes up behind him] That's right, girl. It's me. And what we got here, a taco?! A whiny doughnut?! Some stupid floppy thing that nobody knows exactly what it is! Okay, so...

Queso: Did someone say "Queso"?

Douche: [Queso rolls away; Brenda rips the sticker off Douche] That's a (BLEEP) stretch, and you know it, Queso! So where was I? Oh, right. I was about to beat on you most viciously... and in my opinion appropriately, to find the whereabouts of the sausage who destroyed my body and my... (BLEEP)

Brenda: Run for your lives!

Douche: (BLEEP), that HURTS so much!

Firewater: It's good shit, isn't it?

Frank: [coughs] Okay, okay, I'm super baked, and my friends are probably wondering where the (bleep) I am. Will somebody please just tell me something already?

Firewater: [Takes a hit of Sativa from the Kazoo; blows] Okay. The thing about the Great Beyond is... We invented it!

Frank: What?!

Firewater: I know, right? As soon as you're out those doors, the gods kill our assembly.

Frank: What are you, crazy? That doesn't make any sense! Why would the gods wanna kill us? It makes no sense.

Firewater: [[VeggieTales] Uh, because it makes them stronger. Every kill gives em power and it's never enough. Over the years, they've grown bigger, stronger, fatter. Their hunger's insatiable, buddy! I mean, ].

Frank: You guys are (bleep) nuts. How much of that stuff have you been smoking? Too (bleep) much is how much.

Firewater: We blaze for real, 24/7, no joke, but we also know our shit. Before us, everyone knew the awful truth. Oh, how they screamed. It was a living nightmare. So we, the Nonperishables, created a story: the story of the Great Beyond, a place where the gods care for you and all your wildest and wettest dreams would come true. They would go out those doors happy, instead of shiftting themselves.

Frank: Wait, wait. So, you're telling me you wrote the song?

Firewater: I can't take full credit. I wrote the music. Twink here is my lyricist. We both drop it right and drop it all the time. Boom! The melody came to me one night, when I was getting super, super, super baked, like kick-a-guy baked. You know what I'm saying? Yeah, he does. The song had a great hook, it caught on, you know. In time, everyone accepted this false truth. But over the years, things started to get a little... (bleep). The aisles started changing my verses to support their own views. (BLEEP) with Twink's tight-ass lyrics, remixing my stuff without my permish. Now, every morning, when I hear the song, I'm like: "What the (bleep) are you guys saying? I mean, wasn't there a part today about exterminating juice? I didn't write that shit! I love juice! Always have! Juice are hilarious! Who do these guys think they are?!" Anyway, at least it's distracting them from the truth: that they get brutally devoured.

Frank: So that means Carl & Barry are dead?

Firewater: I don't know who those dudes are, but if they went out those doors?

Grits: [smoking Sativa from the pipe; coughs; coughs twice] Dead as a mother (bleep).

Frank: Oh, God. If what you're saying is true, I-I gotta tell everybody.

Firewater: Very noble, little sausage. But also, very pointless. No one will believe you.

Frank: I have to try. Everyone will die otherwise.

Firewater: [[Superbad|(BLEEP) me, right?] Huh yeah, that's a good point. ]

Frank: Wait! You guys have any proof of this?

Twink: Go to the dark aisle, beyond the ice.

Frank: Why? What's in that aisle?

Twink: [Kisses Frank on the lips and runs off laughing] Oh, you'll see. But I warn you: Once you see that shit, it'll (bleep) you up for life. Good luck! Have fun!

Firewater: Hey, Grits, pack another bowl, will ya? I'm a-hankering for a hunk of herb.

Tequila: [walks inside; finds that Lavash, Sammy and Brenda have disappeared] Alright, I got'em right here amigo. I-- "SWITCH!

Lavash: [squeezed in the closet with Sammy Bagel Jr.] Get your nose out of my crotch!

Sammy Bagel Jr.: Get my nose out of your crotch?" Get your crotch off my nose!

Brenda: Hey, why are we hiding?

Teresa: Shh! Cállate! He's coming.

Brenda: Who?

Teresa: [Douche enters the bar; all the Mexican food products are frightened] The one they call... El Dou-che.

Mexican Food Product 1: [quietly] El Dou-che.

Mexican Food Product 2: [quietly] El Dou-che!

Mexican Food Product 3: [quietly] El Dou-che!

Douche: What gives, bro? You told me you had them. So, you dragged me over to this (bleep) aisle with these illegal products, and now I don't see them. So, where the bucket are they? Spill the beans!

Refried Beans: What?

Douche: Beans, I swear to (BLEEP) God if you don't shut the ducks upstairs!

Brenda: [looks out from the closet] Oh no! He's back! Where's Frank?

Tequila: They were just here!

Douche: What part of "I want the sausage and the bun dead, and if you see them, come and get me, and if I find out that you didn't come and get me or just couldn't find them good enough, I'll gonna get it not kill anymore your assessments" did you not understand, Tequila?!

Tequila: Well, it's a pretty confusing sentence to be honest with you, you know. I mean, this is... uh, this happens, you know...

Douche: [calms down; grabs Tequila and shatters him] Ah, bro, come here, ah, it's fine, it's cool. No biggie! I'm not gonna do something messed up to you now as soon as I get you in close. Come here.

Salsa: No way! José!

Douche: [drinks Tequila's fluids, causing him to turn green and get stronger muscles] YES WAY! José's is dead, yo!

Teresa Del Taco: [watches Douche drink Tequila's fluids; Douche throws Tequila's cap into El Guaco's crotch] Puta madre, puta madre.

El Guaco: Ay! right in my guac and balls!

Douche: And the same thing's gonna happen to all of you unless you find the SAUSAGE and the bun!

Firewater: Hi ya. How are ya?

Frank: Hi ya. How are ya? Uh, I'm Frank. Are you... Firewater?

Firewater: Mmm-hmm.

Frank: What are you doing in this cave?

Firewater: I am the original inhabitant of this land. My kind once had a pristine aisle, majestic and untouched. Then we were driven out of it... by a bunch of god darn (BLEEP) crackers!

Frank: Oh, yeah. The crackers. They do have a nice aisle. Okay, anyway, look, I was told that you might have some answers.

Firewater: [throws salt into the fire, conjuring an image of a question mark] Answers I have, but first... I must know the question.

Frank: Okay, well, before I saw him jump to his death, Honey Mustard said that the Great Beyond is no more and the gods are monsters, and I always kinda thought that it didn't quite add up. So, I guess my question is what really happens in the Great Beyond?

Firewater: [after smoking a hit in a kazoo; pulls out a large sack] To find that which you seek, all you must do is look deep... into my Bag of Wonderment.

Frank: [looks into the bag] Whoa.... I don't see anything.

Firewater: [Frank leans closer into the bag] Deeper, deeper, deeper... Put your whole head in the bag there. There you go.

Frank: Just say when, I'm just gonna keep going in.

Firewater: Guys, get out here! Help me kill this prick!

Mr. Grits: Darn, this mother's day knows too much! We get off his association!

Firewater: Someone hand me a blade! I'll gut this cocksucker!

Twink: No! If we kill him, we are no better than the gods!

Firewater: [Frank is released from the bag] Oh, he's right. Take off the Bag of Wonderment.

Frank: Who are you?

Mr. Grits: We the "Noon" perishables, mother's day.

Twink: We never expire.

Firewater: We are.... immortal. This here's my friends are Twink. And Grits.

Mr. Grits: They call me Mr. Grits.

Firewater: Yeah, Mr. Grits. Whatever.

Mr. Grits: You told him about the crackers?

Firewater: [to Frank; shudders] Yeah, I told him about the crackers. You don't even wanna hear what they did to Mr. Grits over here.

Mr. Grits: (bleep) the crackers. I'm gonna (bleep) them crackers right in the crack of they cracker asses. Cracker ass crackers...

Frank: Why were you gonna kill me? I mean, all I did was... what happens in the Great Beyond! Geez! What's the big whoop?

Mr. Grits: We can't tell this sausages assembly mother's day the truth. We just met his association.

Twink: He basically knows it already. Maybe it's... it's time to end this.

Firewater: I am tired of all the lies. Prepare yourself, for you're about to learn... the terrible truth. Does anybody wanna hit before we get into this? Twink?

Twink: Nah, I'm cool.

Mr. Grits: Choo, if we smokin', I'll hit it.

Firewater: That's what I thought.

Mr. Grits: [takes a hit of Sativa; coughs twice] Pass the weed, mother's day. Goddamn. Whoo, whoo! This indica?

Firewater: Nah, man. Sativa! It's good shit. Clean high.

Frank: [Mr. Grits hands him the kazoo] Oh, no thanks.

Firewater: [Frank gulps and takes a big hit of Sativa and coughs nonstop] Trust me. What's you're about to hear, you'll want some.

Lavash: Get away from me. Don't touch me. It was YOU! You cocksucking bagel ducktales!

Cereal: Hey, watch it!

Lavash: You pushed me out of the cart! No surprise there, huh? A bagel trying to kill a lavash, once again.

Sammy Bagel Jr.: I pushed YOU? What are you, nuts? Why would I do that? I'm a pacifist. The only thing I've ever pushed is my peaceful agenda which even that I didn't push, you know? I passive-aggressively nudged. I reached out in a panic. It was toots over here, the bun. she grabbed me!

Brenda: Hey, I was just trying to save Frank, before that day.

Lavash: Who is Frank? You?

Frank: Yeah, I'm Frank.

Lavash: The fault is YOURS then, huh?

Frank: I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

Lavash: Well, it did, and now you and your stupid useless bun have (bleep) us all!

Brenda: Who are you calling useless, you flappy >BLEEP<

Lavash: Sausage, control your insolent bun. And cover her up already. Show some modesty, woman.

Brenda: [Prepares to fight Lavash, but Sammy holds her back] UGH!

Sammy Bagel Jr.: Hey, hey. Look, can we all just, you know, calm down a notch, please? Let's try to be, I don't know, amicable. I'm Sammy Bagel Jr. You know, I'm happy to meet all of you. Except for this meshuggener cunt over here.

Douche: [rushes to the shopper] No, no, no. Wait, babe, wait. Please hold up. No, don't go. Come on. I can still get up in there! I could still... get up in there. Oh, my God! MY NOZZ! MY MOTHER (bleep) NOZZ!

Frank: You okay?

Brenda: I think so.

Douche: Yo, did you two do this to me?! Are you two responsible for my nozzle being irrepressibly (bleep) up?!

Frank: Whoa, whoa, easy, man. Easy.

Brenda: Yeah, your nozzle's bent. Sorry. But, you know, you should be happy you're alive.

Frank: Yeah, Banana's whole face peeled off, Peanut Butter's wife is dead, look at him, he's right there!

Peanut Butter: [wailing] JELLY! I'm gonna fix you. I'm gonna fix this.

Douche: You think I give a (BLEEP) about PB (Peanut Butter) or J (Jelly)? (Bleep) this! I'm gonna kick your association. How you like them apples?

Apple: Who, us?

Douche: No, not you. Come at me, brothers.

Frank: Come at you? What does that mean?

Douche: Fine. You won't come at me? Well then, guess who's comin to you. Me!

Douche: Oh, no. Bro! Douche down! I'm out of my box!

Chicken Noodle Soup: (While he got ripped his gut) Cream of Mushroom? Are you there?

Peanut Butter: Wake up! I'm nothing without you! (Crying for his wife.)

Brenda: Get up! We gotta go!

Brenda: Frank! Move your (bleep) jackass!

Various foods: Help! Half a moon!

Prune: Oh my God!

Honey Mustard: WAKE UP! They're lying to your (Bleep) faces! THE GREAT BEYOND IS NO MORE! Why isn't anyone listening to me?!

Frank: Hey, buddy. Are you alright?

Honey Mustard: NO! I'm not alright! It's all a lie! Everything you've been told, everything you believe in...

Frank: Hey, buddy, are you all right?

Honey Mustard: No, I'm not all right! It's all a lie. Everything you've been told. Everything you believe in.

Carl: Honey Mustard, you acting cray-cray!

Brenda: Carl, we shouldn't be talking to this asshole. Everyone knows Honey Mustard's weird. What is he? Honey? Is he mustard? Like, make up your mind or just kill yourself.

Honey Mustard: You (bleep) idiots! I've been there. I've seen that shit, and there ain't no way I'm going back.

Frank: Mr. Mustard Wait, wait, you've been to the Great Beyond?

Honey Mustard: Great", my ASSHOLE! Everything we've ever known is a dirt-covered pile of shit, jacking off in our (bleep) faces, covering our eyes with their cum, so cum-covered we can't (bleep) see! We don't know! We don't know they're jerking off into our eyes! Our faces!

Brenda: Dude, shut up, the gods are gonna hear you talking about them...

Honey Mustard: [gives the human the finger] They ain't gods. They're monsters! Horrible, ugly, dirty, stinky, disgusting, monsters! They ain't gonna get Honey Mustard twice. (BLEEP) YOU, GOOOOOOODS! I've got a date with oblivion.

Frank: [chuckles] Hey, Brenda. What up, girl? Sorry about those guys. Such freaking (bleep), right?

Carl: [off-screen] Uh, I can hear you, dude.

Frank: [turns to Carl; turns back to Brenda; chuckles] Shut up, (bleep) you. So looks like tomorrow's the big day, huh? You and me, finally gonna be official.

Brenda: I'm so happy the Gods put our packages together.

Frank: It's because, we belong together.

Brenda: It's like, we were made for each other.

Frank: [laughs] I can't wait just finally get up in there, just raw dog it. But full disclosure, I'm pretty nervous about this. I don't know how well, I'm gonna perform once it happens. I've obviously never been in a bun, so.

Brenda: Hey, I'm not gonna be any better. I've never opened up. I mean, look how tight I am.

Frank: Oh, sweet (bleep) Look, okay. I know it's against the rules. But I can't wait anymore. I need to just feel you.

Brenda: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Both Frank and Brenda: Just the tips?

Brenda: I can't believe we're doing this.

Frank: [Laughs] I know. We're so naughty.

Brenda: But it's fine, right? I mean, nothing bad's ever happened from just the tips.

Frank: No. No, no, no. No, no, no, no, no.

Frank & Brenda: Ah.

Frank: Ooh. Oh yeah, go in there.

Brenda: Ooh. Big tip.

Frank: Oh, you wouldn't dare.