I chose this scene because it shows that Dussel is selfish when Anne has a nightmare he only worries about himself getting sleep. This scene also shows that Anne tries to be good to her mother yet she ends up being rude to her mother because she says her bad side takes over. I also chose this scene because it shows how caring Mr. and Mrs. Frank are to Anne.
For God's sake! Quiet! Quiet! You want someone to hear?
Shush! Anne! Anne,for God's sake, shush!
(In the main room Mrs. Frank grabs a shawl and pulls it around her. She rushes in to Anne, taking her in her arms.)
(Mr. Frank hurriedly gets up, putting on his overcoat.)
(to Anne, in her room). Hush, darling, hush. It’s all right. It’s all right. (over her shoulder to Dussel) Will you be kind enough to turn on the light, Mr. Dussel? (back to Anne) It’s nothing, my darling. It was just a dream.
(to Mrs. Frank, blowing his nose). Something must be done about that child, Mrs. Frank. Yelling like that! Who knows but there’s somebody on the streets? She’s endangering all our lives.
Every night she twists and turns. I don’t sleep. I spend half my night shushing her. And now it’s nightmares!
Oh, Pim. I dreamed that they came to get us! The Green Police! They broke down the door and grabbed me and started to drag me out the way they did Jopie.
No. Just sit with me for a minute. Was I awful? Did I yell terribly loud? Do you think anyone outside could have heard?
What is it?
I want you to take this pill.
No. No. Lie quietly now. Try to sleep.
Do you want me to read to you for a while?
Something to quiet you.
I’m a terrible coward. I’m so disappointed in myself. I think I’ve conquered my fear . . . I think I’m really grown-up . . . and then something happens . . . and I run to you like a baby . . . I love you, Father. I don’t love anyone but you.
It’s true. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. You’re the only one I love.
It’s fine to hear you tell me that you love me. But I’d be happier if you said you loved your mother as well . . . She needs your help so much . . . your love . . .