“Hi ya. How are ya?” – Firewater, Sausage Party ... Movie Quotes Database

[Frank enters Firewater's cave and finds Firewater himself chanting "Hi ya. How are ya?" at a fire. Firewater stops when he sees Frank.]
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 goddamn **** crackers!
Frank: Oh, yeah. The crackers. They do have a nice aisle. Uh, okay, anyway, look, I was told that you might have some answers.
Firewater: Answers I have, but first... [throws salt into the fire, conjuring an image of a question mark] I must know the question.
Frank: Okay, well, before I saw him jump to his death, Honey Mustard said that the Great Beyond is bullshit and the gods are monsters, and I always kinda thought that it didn't quite add up. So, I, I, I guess my question is what, what really happens in the Great Beyond?
Firewater: [after smoking a hit in a kazoo] To find that which you seek, all you must do is look deep... into my Bag of Wonderment. [pulls out a large sack]
Frank: Whoa.... [looks into the bag] I don't see anything.
Firewater: Deeper, deeper, deeper... [Frank leans closer into the bag] Put your whole head in the bag there. There you go.
Frank: Just say when, I'm just gonna keep going in.
[Suddenly the bag is closed around Frank, and everything turns pitch black except for his eyes]
Firewater: Guys, get out here! Help me kill this prick!
Mr. Grits: Damn! This mother****er knows too much! We get off his ass!
Firewater: Someone hand me a blade! I'll gut this ****!
Twink: No! If we kill him, we are no better than the gods!
Firewater: Oh, he's right. Take off the Bag of Wonderment. [Frank is released from the bag]
Frank: Who are you?
Mr. Grits: We the "None" perishables, mother****er.
Twink: We never expire.
Firewater: We are.... immortal. This here's Twink. And Grits.
Mr. Grits: They call me Mr. Grits.
Firewater: Yeah, Mr. Grits. Yeah, whatever.
Mr. Grits: You told him about the crackers?
Firewater: Yeah, I told him about the crackers. [to Frank] You don't even wanna hear what they did to Mr. Grits over here. [shudders]
Mr. Grits: **** the crackers. I'm gonna **** them crackers right in the crack of they cracker asses. Crack-ass crackers...
Frank: Well, why were you gonna kill me? All I did was ask what happens in the Great Beyond! Geez! What's the big whoop?
[the Nonperishables huddle up]
Mr. Grits: We can't tell this sausage ass mother****er the truth. We just met his ass.
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. Anybody wanna hit before we get into this? Twink?
Twink: Nah, I'm cool.
Mr. Grits: Shit, if we smokin', I'll hit it.
Firewater: Yeah, that's what I thought.
Mr. Grits: Pass the weed, mother****er. [takes a hit of Sativa] Goddamn. [coughs twice] 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: Trust me. What you're about to hear, you'll want some. [Frank gulps and takes a big hit of Sativa and coughs nonstop]

[Frank enters Firewater's cave and finds Firewater himself chanting "Hi ya. How are ya?" at a fire. Firewater stops when he sees Frank.] 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 goddamn **** crackers! Frank : Oh, yeah. The crackers. They do have a nice aisle. Uh, okay, anyway, look, I was told that you might have some answers. Firewater : Answers I have, but first... [throws salt into the fire, conjuring an image of a question mark] I must know the question. Frank : Okay, well, before I saw him jump to his death, Honey Mustard said that the Great Beyond is bullshit and the gods are monsters, and I always kinda thought that it didn't quite add up. So, I, I, I guess my question is what, what really happens in the Great Beyond? Firewater : [after smoking a hit in a kazoo] To find that which you seek, all you must do is look deep... into my Bag of Wonderment. [pulls out a large sack] Frank : Whoa.... [looks into the bag] I don't see anything. Firewater : Deeper, deeper, deeper... [Frank leans closer into the bag] Put your whole head in the bag there. There you go. Frank : Just say when, I'm just gonna keep going in. [Suddenly the bag is closed around Frank, and everything turns pitch black except for his eyes] Firewater : Guys, get out here! Help me kill this prick! Mr. Grits : Damn! This mother****er knows too much! We get off his ass! Firewater : Someone hand me a blade! I'll gut this ****! Twink : No! If we kill him, we are no better than the gods! Firewater : Oh, he's right. Take off the Bag of Wonderment. [Frank is released from the bag] Frank : Who are you? Mr. Grits : We the "None" perishables, mother****er. Twink : We never expire. Firewater : We are.... immortal. This here's Twink. And Grits. Mr. Grits : They call me Mr . Grits. Firewater : Yeah, Mr. Grits. Yeah, whatever. Mr. Grits : You told him about the crackers? Firewater : Yeah, I told him about the crackers. [to Frank] You don't even wanna hear what they did to Mr. Grits over here. [shudders] Mr. Grits : **** the crackers. I'm gonna **** them crackers right in the crack of they cracker asses. Crack-ass crackers... Frank : Well, why were you gonna kill me? All I did was ask what happens in the Great Beyond! Geez! What's the big whoop? [the Nonperishables huddle up] Mr. Grits : We can't tell this sausage ass mother****er the truth. We just met his ass. 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. Anybody wanna hit before we get into this? Twink? Twink : Nah, I'm cool. Mr. Grits : Shit, if we smokin', I'll hit it. Firewater : Yeah, that's what I thought. Mr. Grits : Pass the weed, mother****er. [takes a hit of Sativa] Goddamn. [coughs twice] 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 : Trust me. What you're about to hear, you'll want some. [Frank gulps and takes a big hit of Sativa and coughs nonstop]