Not using it elsewhere...
KARENMOANING, THROES OF PASSION) Oh, oh, Mark…
FXOOR OPENING
ROB:Hello, Karen, I'm home... Oh my god!
KAREN:Rob!
ROB:You're cheating on me?
KAREN:Well…
ROB:I don't believe it. Who the hell's this?
MARKAMERICAN) Hi, Rob. I'm Mark Zuckerberg.
ROB:Who?
MARK:Mark Zuckerberg, director and founder of Facebook. I thought I'd come round and do your wife. As you agreed to in the new terms and conditions.
ROB:The what?
MARKOn your Facebook account. The clause where by virtue of owning one, I'm allowed to come round and have sex with your wife.
ROB:I'm not sure I agreed to that.
MARK:It's a standard clause.
FXOOR OPENS
MOTHER:Hello, Mark, here's the cookies you wanted…
ROB:Mother?
MOTHER:Rob!
ROB:What are you doing here?
MOTHERh, this is awkward.
MARK:I'm sorry, Rob, but you're not technically her son any more.
ROB:Not her son?
MARK:Well, you signed her away in the agreement too.
MOTHER:You must have been awfully keen to play Scrabulous dearie.
MARKh, I've had enough of this.
FXHONE DIALLING
MARK:What are you doing?
ROB:Calling my lawyer.
FXHONE RINGS, ON DISTORT. IT IS PICKED UP.
VOICEON PHONE, DISTORT) Hello, Mark Zuckerberg's lawyer, how can I help you?
ROBSWITCHING OFF PHONE) Oh for crying out loud, you've got him too!
MARK:Rob, I own a very popular internet site. If people want to use it, then it's only fair they grant me free rights to everything they possess, physically and intellectually, all photos, documents, money, belongings, personal information, family and friends. Until the end of time. What's morally objectionable about that?
ROB:Get out of my house!
MARK:My house.
ROBh my god.
MARK:My God.
ROB:I'm leaving.
FXOOR RATTLES.
ROB:Mark… why have you locked the door?
MARK:I'm afraid I don't just own the right to have sex with your wife. You really didn't read that user agreement carefully, did you?