Catch Me If You Can Quotes
How'd you do it Frank? How did you cheat on the bar exam in Louisiana?
Carl Hanratty
[In a letter] Dear Dad, you told me an honest man has no fear, so I'm trying hard not to be afraid.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Stop chasing me!
Carl Hanratty: I can't stop, it's my job.
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.
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?
Carl Hanratty: But, sir, we're gonna let him get away.
Assistant Director Marsh: No, Carl, you let him get away.
Ah, people only know what you tell them, Carl.
Frank Abagnale Jr.
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?
CHRIST. Terry. This is Italian knit.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.
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.: [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?
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 Sr.
