Mrs. Frank: The bread! He was stealing the bread!
Dussel: It was you, and all the time we thought itwas the rats!
Mr. Frank: Mr. Van Daan, how could you!
Mr. Van Daan: I’m hungry.
Mrs. Frank: We’re all of us hungry! I see the childrengetting thinner and thinner. Your own son Peter . . .I’ve heard him moan in his sleep, he’s so hungry.And you come in the night and steal food thatshould go to them . . . to the children!
Mrs. Van Daan: He needs more food than the rest ofus. He’s used to more. He’s a big man.