Catch Me If You Can
2002
Carl Hanratty: Well, would you like to hear me tell a joke? Earl Amdursky: Yeah. Yeah, we'd love to hear a joke from you. Carl Hanratty: Knock knock. Earl Amdursky: Who's there? Carl Hanratty: Go fuck yourselves.
Carl Hanratty: Sometimes it's easier livin' the lie.
Frank Abagnale Sr: Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse, wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out. Gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse.
Paula Abagnale: Just tell me how much he owes and I'll pay you back. Carl Hanratty: So far, it's about 1.3 million dollars.
Roger Strong: Frank, would you like to say grace? (Long pause) Unless you're not comfortable. Frank Abagnale, Jr: Absolutely. Two little mice fell into a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned, but the second mouse, he struggled so hard that he eventually churned that cream into butter and he walked out. Amen. (All say: Amen) Carol Strong: Oh, that was beautiful. The mouse, he churned that cream into butter.
Frank Abagnale Sr: You know why the Yankees always win, Frank? Frank Abagnale, Jr: 'Cause they have Mickey Mantle? Frank Abagnale Sr: No, it's 'cause the other teams can't stop staring at those damn pinstripes.
Tom Fox: He doesn't have a passport. Carl Hanratty: For the last six months, he's gone to Harvard and Berkeley. I'm betting he can get a passport.
Frank Abagnale Sr: Do you know what would happen if the IRS found out I was driving around in a new coupe? I took the train here, Frank. I'm taking the train home.
Frank Abagnale, Jr: (as Frank Conners) Your honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this is irrefutable evidence that the defendant is, in fact, lying. Judge: Mr Conners, this is a preliminary hearing. There is no... defendant. There is no... jury. It's just me. Son... what in the HELL is wrong with you?
Principal Evans: Mr and Mrs Abagnale, this is not a question of your son's attendance. I regret to inform you that, for the past week, Frank has been teaching Mrs Glasser's French class. Paula Abagnale: He what? Principal Evans: Your son has been pretending to be a substitute teacher, lecturing the students, uh, giving out homework, uh. Mrs Glasser has been ill, there was some confusion with the real sub. Your son held a teacher-parent conference yesterday and was planning a class field trip to a French bread factory in Trenton.
Frank Abagnale, Jr: CHRIST. Terry. This is Italian knit.
Frank Abagnale, Jr: Brenda, I don't want to lie to you anymore. All right? I'm not a doctor. I never went to medical school. I'm not a lawyer, or a Harvard graduate, or a Lutheran. Brenda, I ran away from home a year and a half ago when I was 16. Brenda Strong: Frank? Frank? You're not a Lutheran?
Frank Abagnale Jr.: Ah, people only know what you tell them, Carl.
Carl Hanratty: But, sir, we're gonna let him get away. Assistant Director Marsh: No, Carl, you let him get away.
Frank Abagnale Sr: Where's your mother? Frank Abagnale, Jr: I don't know. She said something about going to look for a job. Frank Abagnale Sr: What's she gonna be, a shoe salesman at a centipede farm?
Frank Abagnale, Sr: She's so stubborn, your mother - Don't worry I won't let her go without a fight. - I've been fighting for her since the day we met. Frank Abagnale, Jr: Dad, out of all those men - You were the one who took her home, remember that. Frank Abagnale, Sr: Two hundred men sitting in that tiny social hall watching her dance. What was the name of that town? Frank Abagnale, Jr: Montrichard, dad. Frank Abagnale, Sr: I didn't speak a word of French, six weeks later she was my wife.
Carl: I love my job!
Frank Abagnale, Jr: Stop chasing me! Carl Hanratty: I can't stop, it's my job.