“Um, friends, ramen, Country Club Lemonade.” – Frank, Sausage Party ... Movie Quotes Database

[Frank climbs up to one of the shopkeeper counters, holding a page out of the cookbook. He activates the cameras, broadcasting himself to the rest of the store]
Frank: Um, friends, ramen, [Ramen look at each other and shrug] Country Club Lemonade.
Country Club Lemonade Can: Huh?
Frank: Lend me your ears...o-of corn.
Corn: [sighs]
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 get chosen by the gods, they're choosing us for death! Murder! Automatic expiration! The Great Beyond is bullshit!
Curry Paste: WHAT?!
Chunk Munchers Cereal: That's crazy talk!
Lettuce: You liar!
Frank: I know you don't wanna believe it, but I have proof! [shows the page from the cookbook, depicting a graphic image of a hot dog being eaten]
Licorice Rope: What is this!?
Relish: It's... It's murder!
Sammy Bagel Jr.: Th-this, makes no sense!
Lavash: 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! [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]
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, uhhhh 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 nutjobs.
Curry Paste: So, we cannot run, we cannot hide, and we cannot stand up to them because they're **** gods, and they're immortal! So, basically, there's no hope, and we're royally ****!
Chunk Munchers Cereal: Hey, guys! You wanna believe that? [referring to cookbook page] Or this? [A Honey Drippers cereal box turns around, revealing two kids holding up a happy box of cereal]
Watermelon: I don't like bad things.
Apple: Me neither!
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, it's not a theory, you morons. It's a fact! I'm showing you physical evidence. Open your **** 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!
[the clock changes to 7:00 am behind Frank. The lights automatically switch on. Darren walks behind Frank]
Frank: Oh, no, it's starting! No.

[Frank climbs up to one of the shopkeeper counters, holding a page out of the cookbook. He activates the cameras, broadcasting himself to the rest of the store] Frank : Um, friends, ramen, [Ramen look at each other and shrug] Country Club Lemonade. Country Club Lemonade Can : Huh? Frank : Lend me your ears...o-of corn. Corn : [sighs] 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 get chosen by the gods, they're choosing us for death! Murder! Automatic expiration! The Great Beyond is bullshit! Curry Paste : WHAT?! Chunk Munchers Cereal : That's crazy talk! Lettuce : You liar! Frank : I know you don't wanna believe it, but I have proof! [shows the page from the cookbook, depicting a graphic image of a hot dog being eaten] Licorice Rope : What is this!? Relish : It's... It's murder! Sammy Bagel Jr. : Th-this, makes no sense! Lavash : 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! [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] 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, uhhhh 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 nutjobs. Curry Paste : So, we cannot run, we cannot hide, and we cannot stand up to them because they're **** gods, and they're immortal! So, basically, there's no hope, and we're royally ****! Chunk Munchers Cereal : Hey, guys! You wanna believe that? [referring to cookbook page] Or this? [A Honey Drippers cereal box turns around, revealing two kids holding up a happy box of cereal] Watermelon : I don't like bad things. Apple : Me neither! 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, it's not a theory, you morons. It's a fact! I'm showing you physical evidence. Open your **** 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! [the clock changes to 7:00 am behind Frank. The lights automatically switch on. Darren walks behind Frank] Frank : Oh, no, it's starting! No.