Justin TimberlakeQuotes

Zack Mazursky: [''Pause''] Frankie, what's going on? Frank? Frankie? Dude. Oh, man!

Elvis Schmidt: [''Grabs Zack''] All right, you ready? Let's do this!

Zack Mazursky: [''He starts crying''] OH MAN, PLEASE! I didn't do anything!

Elvis Schmidt: Move it! SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Zack Mazursky: I SWEAR TO GOD, PLEASE!

Frankie Ballenbacher: Relax!

Zack Mazursky: FRANKIE, PLEASE!

Frankie Ballenbacher: Relax, buddy! Relax, okay? It's not what you think, okay?

Zack Mazursky: YEAH, IT IS, FRANKIE! Frankie, I thought we were boys!

Frankie Ballenbacher: [''Frankie starts crying''] We ARE boys!

Zack Mazursky: Frankie, there's nobody up there! Nobody is picking me up!

Frankie Ballenbacher: Yes, there is, okay? Just stop freaking out!

Zack Mazursky: Frankie, you promise?

Frankie Ballenbacher: I promise, all right?

Zack Mazursky: You swear?

Frankie Ballenbacher: [''Frankie continues to break down crying''; ''Takes Zack's arm and leads him up the hill''] Zack, everything's cool, on my life, okay, l swear to God! Come on. Okay, I swear to God, alright? Let's just walk!

Zack Mazursky: All right...

Frankie Ballenbacher: We're just going to take a walk. Come on, man...

Zack Mazursky: [''Unknowingly being driven to his execution site out in the desert''] I would never rat you guys out.

Frankie Ballenbacher: Hey, we know that, man.

Frankie Ballenbacher: I got it under control. Say it, "You, Frankie, have got it under control." Say it!

Susan Hartunian: [''Hesitates''] You, Frankie, have it under control.

Frankie Ballenbacher: Right now, say "I, Susan, am a whiny fucking bitch and you, Frankie, have it under control!

Susan Hartunian: [''Hesitates''] I, Susan, am a whiny fucking bitch and you Frankie, have it under control!

Frankie Ballenbacher: [[w:coach bus|stick him on a bus!] Worst comes to worst I tell everybody to go fuck themselves, put 50 bucks in the kid's pocket, and ]

Frankie Ballenbacher: Where is that motherfucker?

Johnny Truelove: Who the fuck knows? I don't know! He's probably laying low waiting to shoot me in the fucking head! I mean, think about it, that's what I'd be doing.

Frankie Ballenbacher: Stop already, alright? You know how I get with this anxiety shit!

Frankie Ballenbacher: You want a cigarette?

Zack Mazursky: No, I don't smoke.

Frankie Ballenbacher: Fuck that. It's good for you.

Frankie Ballenbacher: [''After breaking Jake's window with a rock''] 97 miles an hour muthafucker!

Frankie Ballenbacher: Jesus. First you give me mouth, now you're giving me fucking tears. Do me a favor, Susan: have a period or something.

Sylvia Weis: You must despise us...

Will Salas: It's not your fault. We only have one life.

Philippe Weis: Even if you gave a year to a million people, you're just prolonging their agony.

Sylvia Weis: We're prolonging their lives.

Philippe Weis: Flooding the wrong zone with a million years, it could cripple the system.

Will Salas: Let's hope so.

Sylvia Weis: We're not meant to live like this. We're not meant to live forever. Although I do wonder, Father, if you've ever lived a day in your life.

Sylvia Weis: What have we got?

Will Salas: A day. You can do a lot in a day.

Sylvia Weis: Will, if you get a lot of time, are you really gonna give it away?

Will Salas: I've only ever had a day. How much do you need? How can you live with yourself watching people die right next to you?

Sylvia Weis: You don't watch. You close your eyes. I can help you get all the time you want.

Philippe Weis: Is that so? You might upset the balance for a generation. Two. But don't fool yourself. In the end, nothing will change. Because everyone wants to live forever. They all think they have a chance at immortality even though all the evidence is against it. They all think they will be the exception. But the truth is: For a few to be immortal, many must die.

Will Salas: [points a gun at Philippe] NO ONE should be immortal, if even one person has to die.

Henry Hamilton: How old are you? In real time?

Will Salas: 28.

Henry Hamilton: I'm 105.

Will Salas: Good for you. You won't see 106, you have too many more nights like tonight.

Henry Hamilton: You are right. But the day comes when you've had enough. Your mind can be spent, even if your body's not. We want to die. We need to.

Will Salas: That's your problem? You've been alive too long? You ever known anyone who's died?

Henry Hamilton: For a few to be immortal, many must die.

Will Salas: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Henry Hamilton: You really don't know, do you? Everyone can't live forever. Where would we put them? Why do you think there are time zones? Why do you think taxes and prices go up the same day in the ghetto? The cost of living keeps rising to make sure people keep dying. How else could there be men with a million years while most live day to day? But the truth is... there's more than enough. No one has to die before their time. If you had as much time as I have on that clock, what would you do with it?

Will Salas: I'd stop watching it. I can tell you one thing. If I had all that time, I sure as hell wouldn't waste it.

Will Salas: I don't have time. I don't have time to worry about how it happened. It is what it is. We're genetically engineered to stop aging at 25. The trouble is, we live only one more year, unless we can get more time. Time is now the currency. We earn it and spend it. The rich can live forever. And the rest of us? I just want to wake up with more time on my hand than hours in the day.

Dylan Harper: I'm emotionally unavailable.

Dylan Harper: [after he spills coffee on his pants, Dylan is asking another employee for a replacement pair] I'm your boss! Give me your pants!

Mark Zuckerberg: You signed the papers.

Eduardo Saverin: [In the verge of 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: This 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: [snaps, turns to Sean; turns back to Mark] I'M 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: Tell me this isn't about me getting into the Phoenix!

Eduardo Saverin: You...! You did it, I knew you did it! You planted the 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: 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 just coming back for 30%, I'm coming back for everything.

Sean Parker: Get him out of here.

Eduardo Saverin: It's okay, I'm going.

Sean Parker: [Pulls out a check] Hang on! Almost forgot. Here's your $19,000. I wouldn't cash it, though. I drew it on the account you froze.

Eduardo Saverin: [smirking] I like standing next to you, Sean. It makes me look so tough.

Sean Parker: You think you know me, don't you?

Eduardo Saverin: I've read enough.

Sean Parker: [whispers] You know how much I've read about you? Nothing.

Eduardo Saverin: Mark. Mark!

Sean Parker: He's wired in.

Eduardo Saverin: I'm sorry?

Sean Parker: He's wired in.

Eduardo Saverin: Is he?

Sean Parker: Yes.

Eduardo Saverin: How bout now? Still "wired in"?!

Sean Parker: Call security.

Eduardo Saverin: You issued 24 million new shares of stock?!

Mark Zuckerberg: You-- You were told that if new investors came along--

Eduardo Saverin: [Points to Sean] How much were your shares diluted? How much were his?

Gretchen: What was Mr. Zuckerberg's ownership share diluted down to?

Eduardo Saverin: It wasn't.

Gretchen: What was Mr. 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.

Amy (Amelia Ritter): What do you do?

Sean Parker: I'm an entrepreneur.

Amy: You're unemployed.

Sean Parker: I wouldn't say that.

Amy: What would you say?

Sean Parker: That I'm an entrepreneur.

Amy: Well what was your latest "preneur"?

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: [stunned] You're Sean Parker?

Sean Parker: Aha! 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: A million dollars isn't cool. You know what's cool? A billion dollars.

Sean Parker: [[w:Roy Raymond (businessman)|Roy Raymond; [w:Victoria's Secret|Victoria's Secret; [w:Leslie Wexner|Leslie Wexner] A Stanford MBA named ] 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 ]. 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 ] 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.