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Anne Frank
Mr. Frank
We won’t be living here exactly according to regulations. (As Mr. Kraler reassures Mrs. Frank,
he takes various small things, such as matches, soap, etc., from his pockets, handing them to her.)
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I’m sorry there is still so much confusion. Mr. Frank. Please. Don’t think of it. After all,
we’ll have plenty of leisure to arrange everything ourselves.
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You can have it for lunch then. And tonight we will have a real supper . . . our first supper together.
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After six we can move about . . . we can talk and laugh and have our supper and read and play games . . . just as we would at home. (He looks at his watch.) And now
I think it would be wise if we all went to our rooms, and were settled before eight o’clock. Mrs. Van Daan, you and your husband will be upstairs. I regret that there’s no place up there for Peter. But he will be here, near us. This will be our common room, where we’ll meet to talk and eat and read, like one family.
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Frank, has a slight German accent.
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Margot frank
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18 beautiful, quiet, and shy.
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Mrs. Frank
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You complain that I don’t treat you like a grownup. But when I do, you resent it.
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I wonder where Miep is. She’s usually so prompt.(Suddenly everything else is forgotten as they hear the sound of an automobile coming to a screeching stop in the street below. They are tense, motionless in their terror. The car starts away. A wave of relief sweeps
over them. They pick up their occupations again. Anne flings open the door of Peter’s room, making a dramatic entrance. She is dressed in Peter’s clothes. Peter looks at her in fury. The others are amused.)
Miep Gies
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Everyone in the office has gone home It’s after six. (then pleading) Don’t stay up here, Mr. Frank. What’s the use of torturing yourself like this?
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is a Dutch girl of about twenty-two. She wears a coat and hat, ready to go home. She is pregnant.
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Anne frank
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cape, long wool socks and carries a school bag.
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Why, of course! You’re right! Of course we i don't need them any more. (She picks up his knife and starts to take her star off.) I wonder what our friends will think when we don’t show up today?
Jopie’s my best friend. I wonder what she’ll think when she telephones and there’s no
answer? . . . Probably she’ll go over to the house . . .I wonder what she’ll think . . . we left everything as if we’d suddenly been called away . . . breakfast dishes in the sink . . . beds not made . . . (As she pulls off her star, the cloth underneath shows clearly the color and form of the star.) Look! It’s still there! (Peter goes over to the stove with his star.) What’re you going to do with yours?
A diary! (She throws her arms around her father.) I’ve never had a diary. And I’ve always longed for one. (She looks around the room.) Pencil, pencil, pencil, pencil. (She starts down the stairs.) I’m going down to the office to get a pencil.
I’m waiting! (Peter makes a lunge for her. They both fall to the floor. Peter pins her down,
wrestling with her to get the shoes.) Don’t! Don’t! Peter, stop it. Ouch!
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Good evening, everyone. Forgive me if I don’t stay. (She jumps up on a chair.) I have a
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But Tom has the most beautiful whiskers, and I have only a little fuzz. I am hoping . . . in time . . Peter. All right, Mrs. Quack Quack!
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