What kind of a jew are you that you don't know hanukah
Everybody gets exactly the same… except Mr. Van Daan always gets a little bit more
No trash must ever be thrown out which might reveal that someone is living here, not even a potato pairing.
I got a joke for you.
Don't stay up here, Mr. Frank. What's the use of torturing yourself like this?
To be perfectly safe, from eight in the morning until six in the evening we must move only when necessary and then in stockinged feet. We must not speak above a whisper. We must not run any water.
This isn't the black market, Mrs. Frank. This is what we call the white market… helping all of the hundreds and hundreds who are hiding out in Amsterdam
I can smell the wind and the cold on your clothes
Mrs. Frank fears that her daughter won't mature enough to realize how she treats others
Sometimes I wish the end would come… whatever it is
