Frank Abagnale
Check forger and impostor for five years in the 1960s.
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I made a lot of exits through side doors, down fire escapes or over rooftops. I abandoned more wardrobes in the course of five years than most men acquire in a lifetime. I was slipperier than a buttered escargot.
I did not make this film about Frank Abagnale because of what he did . . but because of what he has done with his life the past 30 years.
Frank Abagnale could write a check on toilet paper, drawn on the Confederate States Treasury, sign it 'U.R. Hooked' and cash it at any bank in town, using a Hong Kong driver's license for identification"
If I had to place any blame for my future nefarious actions, I'd put it on the Ford.That Ford fractured every moral fiber in my body. It introduced me to girls, and I didn't come to my senses for six years. They were wonderful years.
He understood whatever those hidden mechanisms are that convince people to trust you. I kind of watched him and absorbed what I could from him.
“What I did in my youth is hundreds of times easier today. Technology breeds crime.”
His chutzpah and his imagination in the scams and stings he pulled off were so imaginative and so courageous. Amazing. I loved the fact that he could pull off all of those professions. In a way, he's sort of the anti-hero that you root for, even though you know he's going to have to pay a price and go to jail
"If my forgeries looked as bad as the CBS documents, it would have been 'Catch Me In Two Days'."
I stole every nickel, dime and dollar and blew it on fine threads, luxurious lodgings, fantastic foxes and other sensual goodies. I partied in every capital in Europe and bask on all the worlds most famous beaches.
I stole every nickel and blew it on fine threads, luxurious lodgings, fantastic foxes, and other sensual goodies. I partied in every capital in Europe and basked on all the world's most famous beaches.
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