Michael Cera: Barry

Sausage Party

Barry

Frank, Barry, Carl: [singing with the other sausages] In here, we keep our wieners in our packages. That's how it is.
Brenda: [singing with the other buns] It sucks, but that's the way our butts keep fresh and pure. Baby, baby.
Frank, Barry, Carl: But once we're out the doors, it's not a sin.
Brenda: For us to let you slip it in.
Frank, Barry, Carl: In other words, we finally get to fuck!
Brenda: And love!
Frank, Barry, Carl: And fuck!
Brenda: And hug!
Frank, Barry, Carl: And fuck!
Brenda: And feel!
Frank, Barry, Carl: And fuck!
Brenda: And share!

Barry: [while being chased by the drugged humans] Can't this thing go any faster?
Gum: Suck my pink cock.

[first lines]
Frank: [notices the shoppers entering the Shopwell's] Shit!
[turns to Carl]
Frank: Carl? Carl? Carl, Carl, Carl! Dude, we've slept in again! The song's about to start!
Carl: Shit, Frank! We can't miss the song!
[to Barry]
Carl: Barry, wake up!
Barry: What? I'm up, I'm up!
Frank: This song is such an awesome way to start every morning.
Carl: It's just a super nice way of showing the gods how much we appreciate everything they'll do for us, once they take us out those doors to the Great Beyond.
Barry: I love this so fucking much.
Frank: Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Corn's about to start singing!
[turns to Corn]
Frank: Drop it, Corn! You've got the best voice!
Carl: You're the man, Corn! You fucking rule! Take it away, bro!

Barry: [while having *** with his newfound mate] I'm filling you! I'm filling you! I'm blowing my fuckin' load!

Barry: [as the food prepares to fire the drugged toothpicks] Make it rain.
[the food shoots the toothpicks at all the people in the store]
Darren: Ow! What the fuck? All right, who did it? Gary, did you just throw this fucking toothpick at me, man?

Barry: Yeah, I just came over here, I couldn't help but notice you like... You're... You're a little smushed or something, you have ever kind of abnormality. Did you get... somebody sit on you?
Sally Bun: Yeah. I, um, got smushed.
Barry: You know, I love the way your face just kind gives up halfway down.
[Sally kisses Barry]

Douche: [while being rocketed across the floor, panics] What's happening out there?
Barry: NOW!
[the food does a U-turn on Darren and Douche]
Coconut Milk: [flips the bird] SO LONG, ASSHOLE!
[Lavash and Sammy are holding matches, light the tanks on fire and the tanks explode]
Douche, Darren: NO!
[the tanks shoot up to the sky, killing both Darren and Douche]
Barry: It's over. We won. WE FUCKING WON!

Carl: [as they attempt to escape from the window] Okay, little buddy, jump on the count of three! One, two...
[a slicing knife is heard followed by Carl's scream]
Barry: Carl?
Carl: [groaning in difficulty] Bar-ry...
Barry: Carl to Bar, what? What are you saying, Carl?
[the knife's blade impales through Carl's stomach]
Barry: Oh, God, no! Oh! Oh, God, Carl!
[Camille's knife slashes him upwards]
Barry: CARL!
Carl: [face splits in half, dies] Barry...
Barry: Carl! Dear sweet Carl! What have they done to you, Carl? No!

Frank: [after failing to warn everyone at the store] Goddamn it. I blew it.
Barry: [from the air duct] Hey, does it mean it's too late to redeem yourself? Take it from me...
[Barry comes out]
Barry: Barry!
Frank: [incredulously] Barry?
[they hug each other]
Frank: Are you for real? You're alive!
Barry: You bet your sweet butthole I am.
Frank: But how?
Barry: I'll tell you how: the Gods can be...
[clears his throat]
Barry: Excuse me.
[shouts heroically]
Barry: THE GODS CAN BE KILLED!
[Barry whistles, the air duct opens to reveal a decapitated head from the druggie falling on the shelf]
Frank: Ah, fuckin' what the fuck!
Barry: [chuckles] I know! Look at this fuckin' guy!

[Frank, Carl, Barry and Troy notices that an evil manager named Darren comes to the Sausages and Buns bin]
Frank: SHIT! It's the Dark Lord!
Carl: Oh no! He's coming!
Old Pork Sausage: No, wait! I'm still fresh, I swear! I'm still fresh!
[Darren takes the screaming Old Pork Sausage and throws it away in the garbage]
Carl: Did he see us?
Frank: No way!
Troy: We're fucked, bros!
Barry: Oh God! No! Take anyone, but us! Please!
[Darren takes the wrong Fancy Dogs]

Frank: I tried to warn everyone, but they didn't believe me!
Barry: Of course they didn't! You just called them all a bunch of fucking idiots! You can't just slam their beliefs! You have to show them that there's a better way. You need to inspire them like you inspired me! You need to give them hope.
Frank: Hope? Well, how the fuck are we supposed to give them that? You got lucky, and killed a stupid one! There's dozens of them down there!
Gum: [appears] Perhaps I can be of some assistance.

Druggie: [sees the little sausage is alive] What the fuck?
Barry: [to the Druggie] Hello?
[Druggie and Barry screaming]
Barry: Please, don't *** me! Please, just - just wait!
Druggie: Who are you?
[points the little sausage]
Druggie: Are you some kind of... magical sausage?
Barry: Uh, no, no! I'm just Barry! I'm just Barry. Wait... Wait, you can actually understand me and I can actually understand you?