The Best Sean Parker Quotes

Mark: Your date looks so familiar to me.
Sean: She looks familiar to a lot of people.
Mark: What do you mean?
Sean: 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.

Eduardo: Mark. Mark!
Sean: He's wired in.
Eduardo: Sorry?
Sean: He's wired in.
Eduardo: Is he?
Sean: Yes.
[takes Mark's laptop and smashes it down on the desk, destroying it]
Eduardo: How about now? You still wired in?
Sean: Call security.
Eduardo: You issued 24 million new shares of stock.
Mark: You were told that if new investors came along...
Eduardo: How much were your shares diluted?
[points to Sean]
Eduardo: How much were his?

Sean: Your major is French.
Amy: And yours?
Sean: Mine? I don't have one.
Amy: You haven't declared?
Sean: I don't go to school.
Amy: You're kidding!
Sean: No.
Amy: Well, where did you go to school?
Sean: William Taft Elementary for a little while.
Amy: Seriously? You're not like 15-years old or anything, are you?
Sean: [laughing] No. Wait, you're not like 15, are you?
Amy: No.

Amy: You don't know my name, do you?
Sean: Is it Stanford?
Amy: [playfully] I should just kick your ass! How do you go to a party and you meet somebody...
Sean: [Cutting her off] Amelia Ritter, but you prefer Amy. You're from Orinda. Your father's in commercial real estate, and your mother's ten years sober.
Amy: [Smiling] What's my major?
Sean: Trombone?
Amy: Really?
Sean: I remember something about a trombone.

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

Eduardo: Mark!
Sean: He's wired in.
Eduardo: I'm sorry?
Sean: He's wired in.
Eduardo: Is he?
Sean: Yes.
Eduardo: [picks up Mark's computer and smashes it on the desk] How about now? You still wired in?

Sean: Hang on. Almost forgot.
[holds a check in front of Eduardo]
Sean: 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: [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]

Sean: And that's where you're headed, a billion dollar valuation. Unless you take bad advice, in which case you may as well have come up with a chain of very successful yogurt shops. When you go fishing you can catch a lot of fish, or you can catch a big fish. You ever walk into a guy's den and see a picture of him standing next to fourteen trout?
Christy: No, he's holding a three-thousand-pound marlin.
Sean: Yup!
Mark: That's a good analogy.
Eduardo: Okay, but we all know that marlins don't really weigh three-thousand pounds, right?
Christy: Have you seen the big ones up close?
Eduardo: No I haven't, but I really don't think the guy's holding a marlin the size of a Range Rover. That would be a really big fish and a very strong guy.
Christy: You think we might be getting away from the point?

Sean: We lived on farms, then we lived in cities, and now we're going to live on the internet!

Sean: Drop the "The." Just "Facebook." It's cleaner.

Mark: You signed the papers.
Eduardo: [almost in tears] You set me up.
Mark: 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: This is gonna be like I'm not a part of Facebook!
Sean: It won't be like you're not a part of Facebook. You're not a part of Facebook.
Eduardo: My name's on the masthead.
Sean: You might wanna check again.
Eduardo: Just because I froze the account?
Sean: Did you think we were going to let you parade around in your ridiculous suits pretending you were running this company?
Eduardo: [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: Security's here, you'll be leaving now.
Eduardo: I'm not signing those papers.
Sean: We will get the signature.
Eduardo: [to Mark] Tell me this isn't about me getting into the Phoenix.
[Mark scoffs]
Eduardo: [in disbelief] You... You did it! I knew you did it! You planted that story about the chicken!
Mark: I didn't plant the story about the chicken.
Sean: What's he talking about?
Eduardo: You had me accused of animal cruelty.
Sean: Seriously, what the hell's the chicken?
Eduardo: [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]

Sean: [Looking at the boxes of business cards on Mark's desk] What's the package?
Mark: [avoiding eye contact] Nothing.
Sean: [Sean smiles] Mackey?
Mackey: Yes, sir?
Sean: Refresh!
[Screen shows 1,000,046 members on refreshing the page, all the Facebook employees cheer]
Sean: And you're not a hugger, I know.
[hugs Mark, while Mark resists]

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