
Erica Albright: You are probably going to be a very successful computer person. But you're going to go through life thinking that girls don't like you because you're a nerd. And I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, that that won't be true. It'll be because you're an asshole.

Gretchen: 18,000 dollars?
Eduardo Saverin: Yes.
Gretchen: In addition to the $1,000 you'd already put up?
Eduardo Saverin: Yes.
Gretchen: A total of $19,000 now?
Eduardo Saverin: Yes.
Mark Zuckerberg: Hang on.
[Mark sarcastically
adds up the 2 amounts on his notepad]
Mark Zuckerberg: I'm just checking your math on that. Yes, I got the same thing.

Mark Zuckerberg: You know, you really don't need a forensics team to get to the bottom of this. If you guys were the inventors of Facebook, you'd have invented Facebook.

Mark Zuckerberg: You signed the papers.
Eduardo Saverin: [almost in tears] You set me up.
Mark Zuckerberg: You're gonna blame me because you were the business head of the company and you made a bad business deal with your own company?
Eduardo Saverin: This is gonna be like I'm not a part of Facebook!
Sean Parker: It won't be like you're not a part of Facebook. You're not a part of Facebook.
Eduardo Saverin: My name's on the masthead.
Sean Parker: You might wanna check again.
Eduardo Saverin: Just because I froze the account?
Sean Parker: Did you think we were going to let you parade
around in your ridiculous suits pretending you were running this company?
Eduardo Saverin: [cutting him off; screaming] Sorry! My Prada's at the cleaners! Along with my hoodie and my 'fuck you' flip-flops, you pretentious douchebag!
Sean Parker: Security's here, you'll be leaving now.
Eduardo Saverin: I'm not signing those
papers.
Sean Parker: We will get the signature.
Eduardo Saverin: [to Mark] Tell me this isn't about me getting into the Phoenix.
[Mark scoffs]
Eduardo Saverin: [in disbelief] You... You did it! I knew you did it! You planted that story about the chicken!
Mark Zuckerberg: I didn't plant the story
about the chicken.
Sean Parker: What's he talking about?
Eduardo Saverin: You had me accused of animal cruelty.
Sean Parker: Seriously, what the hell's the chicken?
Eduardo Saverin: [leans down close to Mark, his voice low and dangerous] And I'll bet what you hated the most was that they identified me
as a co-founder of Facebook, which I am. You better lawyer up asshole, because I'm not coming back for 30%, I'm coming back for EVERYTHING.
[backs away from Mark slowly, still looking at him]

Gretchen: What was Mr. Zuckerberg's ownership share diluted down to?
Eduardo Saverin: It wasn't.
Gretchen: What was Dustin Moskovitz's ownership share diluted down to?
Eduardo Saverin: It wasn't.
Gretchen: What was Sean Parker's ownership share diluted down to?
Eduardo
Saverin: It wasn't.
Gretchen: What was Peter Thiel's ownership share diluted down to?
Eduardo Saverin: It wasn't.
Gretchen: And what was your ownership share diluted down to?
Eduardo Saverin: .03 percent.

Mark Zuckerberg: As for any charges stemming from the breach of security, I believe I deserve some recognition from this board.
Ad Board Chairwoman: I'm sorry?
Mark Zuckerberg: Yes?
Ad Board Chairwoman: I don't understand.
Mark Zuckerberg: Which part?

Cameron Winklevoss: What, do you want to hire an IP lawyer and sue him?
Divya Narendra: No, I want to hire the Sopranos to beat the shit out of him with a hammer!
Tyler Winklevoss: We don't even have to do that.
Cameron Winklevoss: That's right.
Tyler Winklevoss: We can do that
ourselves. I'm 6'5", 220, and there's two of me.

Bob: You know, I could swear he was looking at you when he said 'The next Bill Gates could be right in this room'.
Mark Zuckerberg: I... I doubt it.
Bob: I showed up late, I don't even know who the speaker was.
Mark Zuckerberg: It was Bill Gates.
Bob: Shit, that makes sense.

Mark Zuckerberg: Your date looks so familiar to me.
Sean Parker: She looks familiar to a lot of people.
Mark Zuckerberg: What do you mean?
Sean Parker: A Stanford MBA named Roy Raymond wants to buy his wife some lingerie but he's too embarrassed to shop for it at a department store. He comes up with an idea
for a high end place that doesn't make you feel like a pervert. He gets a $40,000 bank loan, borrows another $40,000 from his in-laws, opens a store, and calls it Victoria's Secret. Makes a half million dollars his first year. He starts a catalog, opens three more stores and after five years he sells the company to Leslie Wexner and the Limited for four million dollars. Happy ending, right? Except
two years later, the company's worth 500 million dollars and Roy Raymond jumps off the Golden Gate Bridge. Poor guy just wanted to buy his wife a pair of thigh-highs.

Sean Parker: Hang on. Almost forgot.
[holds a check in front of Eduardo]
Sean Parker: Here's your $19,000. I wouldn't cash it, though. I drew it on the account you froze.
[Eduardo goes to hit Sean; Sean cowers]
Eduardo Saverin: [Eduardo pulls back, his eyes wet, but staring to smile] I like standing next to you, Sean.
It makes me look so tough.
[walks out, escorted by two security guards]

Divya Narendra: You invented something in high school too, right?
Mark Zuckerberg: An app for an MP3 player that recognizes your taste in music.
Divya Narendra: Anybody try to buy it?
Mark Zuckerberg: Microsoft.
Divya Narendra: Wow. How much?
Mark Zuckerberg:
Didn't sell it, uploaded it for free.
Divya Narendra: For free?
Mark Zuckerberg: Yeah.
Divya Narendra: [Looking a little puzzled] Why?
[Mark shrugs]

Sean Parker: Well, I founded an internet company that let folks download and share music for free.
Amy: Kind of like Napster?
Sean Parker: Exactly like Napster.
Amy: What do you mean?
Sean Parker: I founded Napster.
Amy: Sean Parker founded Napster.
Sean Parker: Nice to meet you.
Amy: [Surprised] You're Sean Parker?
Sean Parker: Ah ha! You see, the shoe is on the other...
Amy: Foot?
Sean Parker: Table. Which has turned.
Amy: I just slept with Sean Parker?
Sean Parker: You just slept
ON Sean Parker.

Sean Parker: You think you know me, don't you?
Eduardo Saverin: I've read enough.
Sean Parker: You know how much I've read about you?
[whispers]
Sean Parker: Nothing.

Erica Albright: You called me a bitch on the Internet, Mark.
Mark Zuckerberg: That's why I wanted to talk to you.
Erica Albright: On the Internet.
Mark Zuckerberg: That's why I came over.
Erica Albright: Comparing women to farm animals.
Mark Zuckerberg: I didn't
end up doing that.
Erica Albright: It didn't stop you from writing it. As if every thought that tumbles through your head was so clever it would be a crime for it not to be shared. The Internet's not written in pencil, Mark, it's written in ink. And you published that Erica Albright was a bitch, right before you made some ignorant crack about my family's name, my bra size,
and then rated women based on their hotness.
Reggie: Erica, is there a problem?
Erica Albright: [Turning to talk to Reggie] No, there's no problem.
Erica Albright: [Turning back to face Mark] You write your snide bullshit from a dark room because that's what the angry do nowadays. I was nice to you, don't torture me for it.
Mark Zuckerberg: If we could just go somewhere for a minute.
Erica Albright: I don't want to be rude to my friends.
Mark Zuckerberg: Okay.
Erica Albright: Okay.
[pauses for a moment]
Erica Albright: Good luck with your video-game.