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Krista 2022-04-19 09:01:38

To tell the truth, the brain hole and design of this film are not inferior to those of high-scoring animated films such as "Inside Out" and "Zootopia".

The plot design is bold, and it's not a bad R-rated movie. There are all kinds of shit, shit, pornography, gambling, drugs (it seems that there is no gambling), violence, torture, beheading elements, and there are also elements involving political metaphors, religious beliefs, clans, etc. The whole film is full of sex hormones.

Watching this movie requires a good subtitle. For someone like me who has never answered the CET-4, a good subtitle is directly related to the viewing experience.

When the bottle of "Honey Mustard" that was jerk off into the bottle and sent back to the supermarket smashed to pieces and caused two shopping carts to collide, it was a tribute to "Saving Private Ryan", my war movie. The madman recognized it at a glance.


The group P at the end is too bright, men and women, men and women, and women are

distressed by Hawking's chewing gum, toilet paper, and condoms. . .

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Sausage Party quotes

  • Honey Mustard: You're celebrating your doom! Wake up! They're lying to your fucking faces! The Great Beyond is bullshit! Why is anybody listening to me?

    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: Hey, Honey Mustard, you're acting cray cray!

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

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

    Frank: Wait, wait, 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 fucking faces. Covering our eyes with their cum, so cum covered we can't fucking 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 that.

    Honey Mustard: They're ain't gods! They're monsters, horrible, ugly, disgusting monsters! They ain't gonna get Honey Mustard twice... FUCK YOU, GODS! I've got a date with oblivion.

  • [Douche throws the Tequila's head and hits El Guaco in the groin]

    El Guaco: OW! Right in my guac and balls!