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Quote O' Matic
Frank:"[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] 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."
Frank:"I'm Frank, and, 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 bullshit."
Chunk Munchers Cereal:"That's crazy talk!"
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, 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!"
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 fucking gods, and they're immortal! So basically, there's no hope, and we're royally FUCKED!"
Chunk Munchers Cereal:"Hey, guys! You wanna believe that? [referring to cookbook page] Or this? [A Honey Drippers cereal box around turns around, revealing two kids holding up a happy box of the cereal]"
Watermelon:"I don't like bad things."
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 FUCKING EYES, DON'T BE SO WEAK!"
Brenda:"Oh, Frank, what are you doing?"
Refried Beans:"You, señor have no bedside manner!"