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WOMAN: (OVER PA) We need
an extra cashier to the front, please.
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FRANK: Shit, it's the Dark Lord!
CARL: Oh, no. He's coming.
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CARL: Yeah! You know it, baby.
Work those buns!
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CARL: I can hear you, dude.
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FRANK: Oh, yeah, go in.
Put it in there.
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-BRENDA: Big tip.
-Oh, you wouldn't dare.
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WOMAN: (OVER PA)
Management to Cash 5.
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FRANK: Hey, hey, hey, look at this.
We fucking got one.
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FRANK: Pick us!
Pick out package!
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BRENDA: Choose us! Look at us!
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-Choose us. Look at us! Oh, yes!
-FRANK: Please, god.
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-Fecking gobshite!
-POPPED CHERRY MIXER: Back off!
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HONEY MUSTARD: You don't even
know what you're celebrating.
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BRENDA: Shut up. The gods are gonna
hear you talking about them...
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BARRY: Oh, shit!
He's out of the package!
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-I got you! Hold on! Hold on!
-FRANK: I can't hold on!
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LAVASH: Donkey fucker!
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DOUCHE: Oh, no. Bro!
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CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP:
Cream of Mushroom?
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-FRANK: Uhn!
-Frank! Move your fucking ass!
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GRAPE: Frank, run!
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-CHIPS: I can't!
-Come on, Chips! It's you and me, bro!
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BARRY: Frank!
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-FRANK: You okay?
-I think so.
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-APPLE: Who, us?
-No, not you.
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BRENDA: Look out!
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DOUCHE: No!
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WOMAN: (OVER PA)
Attention, shoppers. The store's closed.
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-...and says, "God, I had the best tip."
-LAVASH: Get away from me.
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JUICE BOX: Is someone there?
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JUICE BOX: Help me, someone.
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LAVASH: First you come into our aisle
and occupy more and more shelf space.
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-SAMMY: That's good material.
-Room for both of us!
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FRANK: Liquor aisle.
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BEER 1: Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
BEER 2: Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
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FIREWATER: Hiya, how are ya
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FIREWATER: Guys! Get out here!
Help me kill this prick.
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GRITS: This motherfucker knows
too much. We gotta off his ass!
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FIREWATER: Someone hand me
a blade. I'll gut this cocksucker!
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TWINK: No! If we kill him,
we are no better than the gods.
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FIREWATER: Ah... He is right.
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-GRITS: Shit, if we smoking, I'll hit it.
-That's what I thought.
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SAMMY: Yeah. This has a nice
south-of-the-border vibe. Heh.
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BRENDA: Oh, sorry.
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-Who?
-TERESA: The one they call...
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FOOD 1: El Douche!
FOOD 2: El Douche!
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TERESA:
Por aca, por aca, this way.
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TROY: Feel that breeze.
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CARL: Potato! Way to go, buddy!
That's my guy!
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IRISH POTATO:
Jesus, you fucking whore!
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CARL: Cheese!
You don't deserve that!
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-All right. That's not necessary.
-DOUCHE: That's no way to treat a lady.
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QUESO: Did someone say "Queso"?
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BRENDA: Run!
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-Guys, I'm stuck!
-DOUCHE: Yaah!
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-Aah!
-BRENDA: He's coming, he's coming.
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BRENDA: Screw you!
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BARRY: Shit, shit, shit!
Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man.
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FRANK: Come on, guys,
this affects all of us!
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DRUGGIE: Well,
everybody told me not to do this.
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DRUGGIE: Bath salts are just as bad
as they said it would be! Aah.
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PIZZA: Legs, huh? Look at me.
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TOILET PAPER:
And when he stops using us!
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SAMMY: I literally can't wait
to be home.
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-Look, my homeland!
-LAVASH: Oh, look, my aisle!
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SAMMY: Hurray!
BRENDA: Yes!
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GUM: Perhaps I could
be of some assistance.
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GUM: The effects of the
opiate have dissipated.
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FRANK:
What the fuck is this place?
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LORETTA: What are you doing
out of a package?
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BUN 1: Stop it!
BUN 2: Stop!
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-Help me!
-BRENDA: Perfect fit.
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FRANK: Um... Friends.
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FRANK:
Okay, whoa, whoa, easy. Guys!
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CABBAGE: Dear gods
We pledge our love to you
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SODAS: Where we're sure
Nothing bad happens to food
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CHEESES:
Once we're out the sliding doors
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BREAD:
The gods will always care for us
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CAKE MIXES:
They won't squeeze us out their butts
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FRANK: Brenda!
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BARRY: Hey. Doesn't mean
it's too late to redeem yourself.
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GUM: Perhaps I could
be of some assistance.
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BRENDA: Oh!
FRANK: Brenda! Brenda!
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HOT DOG: Bun fight! Check it out.
BRENDA: They're gonna kill us all!
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BRENDA: Let go of me!
Let go of me!
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FRANK: She's being chosen.
We have to act!
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WOMAN: Die!
FRANK: Oh, no! Pizza!
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GUM: Hop on, y'all.
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FRANK: Run, guys, run!
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FOOD ITEM: Get the Dark Lord!
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DARREN: Why do you keep
calling me that?!
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DOUCHE: Okay.
_________________________________
-DOUCHE: Oh, it's real, bro.
-What?
_________________________________
-Barry!
-BARRY: Aah!
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GUM: Perhaps I could
be of some assistance.
_________________________________
COCONUT MILK: So long, asshole!
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FRANK: We did it.
BRENDA: We did. So...
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-BRENDA: Oh, Frank!
-So, maybe, you know...
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FRANK: Yo. I'm actually over here
jerking off with these fellas.
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GRITS: Yeah, cracker!
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GUM: Say my name!
It's Sorbitol, Malitol, Xylitol...
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BARRY: I'm filling you.
I'm filling you.
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SAMMY: Oy vey!
LAVASH: My dick is drained.
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FRANK: That was amazing.
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GUM: While tripping balls,
Firewater and I...
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BRENDA: Oh!
FRANK: What...?
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