Frank Abagnale Jr. Quotes

Ah, people only know what you tell them, Carl.

Dear Dad, you always told me that an honest man has nothing to fear, so I'm trying my best not to be afraid.

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?

The truth is I'm not a doctor or a lawyer. I'm not an airline pilot. I'm nothing really. I'm just a kid in love with your daughter.

Christ! Terry! This is Italian knit

Frank Abagnale, Jr. : Hey... You should fold it.
Joanna : What?
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : That note. It's a fake, right? You should fold it.
Joanna : It's... It's a note from my mom. I have a doctor's appointment.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : Yeah, but there's no crease in the paper. When your mom hands you a note to miss school, the first thing you do is, you fold it and you put it in your pocket. I mean, if it's real, where's the crease?

Assistant Director Marsh : I'd like for you to take a look at something, tell me what you think.
Assistant Director Marsh : How do you know? You haven't looked at it.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : There's no perforated edge, right? This check was hand-cut, not fed. The paper's double-bonded, much too heavy to be a bank check. Magnetic ink, it's raised against my fingers, not flat. This doesn't smell like MICR, it's some kind of, uh, some kind of drafting ink. The kind you get at a stationery store.
Assistant Director Marsh : Frank, would you be interested in working for the FBI's Financial Crimes Unit?
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : I've already got a job here, you know. I, uh, deliver the mail.
Assistant Director Marsh : Frank, we have the power to take you out of prison. You'd be placed in the custody of the FBI where you'd serve out the remainder of your sentence as an employee of the Federal Government.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : Under whose custody?

Frank Abagnale, Jr. : 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?

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?

Hello, Pussy.

Roger Strong : Frank, would you like to say grace?
Roger Strong : 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.
Carol Strong : Oh, that was beautiful. The mouse, he churned that cream into butter.