Catch Me If You Can (2002)
Leonardo DiCaprio: Frank Abagnale Jr.
Carl Hanratty : [Frank is making one last attempt to run by impersonating a pilot once again. Carl catches up with him at Dulles Airport] How'd you do it, Frank? How'd you pass the bar in Louisiana?
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : [Frank continues to walk. Carl walks several paces behind] What are you doing here?
Carl Hanratty : Listen...
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : I'm sorry I put you through all this.
Carl Hanratty : You go back to Europe, you're gonna die in Perpignan Prison. You try to run here in the States, we'll send you back to Atlanta for 50 years.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : I know that.
Carl Hanratty : I spent four years trying to arrange your release. Had to convince my bosses at the FBI and the Attorney General of the United States you wouldn't run.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : Why'd you do it?
Carl Hanratty : You're just a kid.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : I'm not your kid. You said you were going to Chicago.
Carl Hanratty : My daughter can't see me this weekend. She's going skiing.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : You said she was four years old. You're lying.
Carl Hanratty : She was four when I left. Now she's 15. My wife's been remarried for 11 years. I see Grace every now and again.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : I don't understand.
Carl Hanratty : Sure you do. Sometimes, it's easier living the lie.
[Frank stops, Carl catches up]
Carl Hanratty : I'm going to let you fly tonight, Frank. I'm not even going to try to stop you. That's because I know you'll be back on Monday.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : Yeah? How do you know I'll come back?
Carl Hanratty : Frank, look. Nobody's chasing you.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : [whispering to Joanna] 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?
[Joanna folds note to give it a crease]
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.
[All say: Amen]
Carol Strong : Oh, that was beautiful. The mouse, he churned that cream into butter.
Frank Abagnale Jr. : Ah, people only know what you tell them, Carl.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : [In a letter] Dear Dad, you always told me that an honest man has nothing to fear, so I'm trying my best not to be afraid.
Carl Hanratty : There's impressions on every line... looks like the original amount was for $60...
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : [walks up and takes magnifier] Mind if I take a look?
Carl Hanratty : [looks up] Cashed in Flagstaff a week ago. Cost the bank $16,000.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : It's a real check.
Carl Hanratty : Yeah. Yeah, it's been washed. The only thing original is the signature.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : But it's perfect, Carl. I mean, this isn't hydrochloride or bleach.
Carl Hanratty : No. Something new. Maybe a nail polish remover where the acetone removes the ink that's not been printed?
Carl Hanratty : How did you do it, Frank? How did you cheat on the bar exam in Louisiana?
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : I didn't cheat. I studied for two weeks and I passed.
Carl Hanratty : Is that the truth, Frank? Is that the truth?
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : I'll bet this guy steals checks out of mailboxes. He washes off their names and he puts on his own.
Carl Hanratty : You're saying he's a local?
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : Well, if it were me, you know, I'd call the bank first... check out the balance...
Carl Hanratty : Make sure there's enough money in there to make it worth your while...
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : You know, Carl, I think this guy's pretty smart.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : Now, all we have to do is catch him.
Assistant Director Marsh : [Carl and Mr. Marsh are visiting Frank in prison; Carl hopes to convince the FBI to let Frank out of prison] I'd like for you to take a look at something, tell me what you think.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : [Marsh hands Frank a fake check as Carl looks on] It's a fake.
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?
[Carl raises his hand]
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?
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 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, Jr. : 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.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : Christ! Terry! This is Italian knit.
[talking on the phone on Christmas Eve]
Carl Hanratty : I'll tell you what I am sure of: you're gonna get caught. One way or another. It's a mathematical fact. It's like Vegas: the house always wins.
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : ...Well, Carl, I'm sorry, but I-I have to go.
Carl Hanratty : You didn't call just to apologize, did you?
[starts to laugh]
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : What do you mean?
Carl Hanratty : [laughing] You have no one else to call!
[Frank slams down the phone]
Frank Abagnale, Jr. : [donning a James Bond style suit and mimicking Sean Connery in the mirror] Hello, Pussy.