Yep, that's a good willy-inducing scene. When we saw it, there was another group of friends (all probably in their 20s) a few rows behind us. After she came down the stairs, one fellow got up and said "screw you guys, I'm going home," and proceeded to walk out of the theater.

As for the monkey, my folks had a policy that any plush toy that got vomited on was immediately thrown out. I wouldn't be surprised if I kept it close one time when I got sick so I could puke on it and be rid of it.