The Diary of Anne Frank Page #4

I don't wanna be dignified!

You complain I don't treat you like a

grownup, but when I do, you resent it.

I only want some fun.

I don't know what's the

matter with that boy.

Give him a little time.

He isn't used to girls.

Time? Isn't

two months time?

I could cry.

And what about Miep?

She's usually so prompt.

- Margot, come and dance with me.

- I've got more work to do, Anne.

You know, we're going

to forget how to dance.

When we get out, we

won't remember a thing.

- Where is Peter? Where

would he be? With his cat.

He hasn't finished

his lessons, has he?

Peter.

- Peter!

- What is it?

Your mother

says to come out.

I'm giving

Mouschi his dinner.

You know what your father says

about wasting time with that cat.

- I haven't looked at him since lunch.

- I'm only telling you.

I'll feed him.

- You stay out of here. And I mean out.

Is that any way for you to

talk to your little girlfriend?

Mother, I asked you...

...would you please not say that?

- Look, he's blushing.

- He's blushing.

- Please, I'm not, but...

- Leave me alone.

- Like it's something to be ashamed of.

Nothing to be ashamed

of to have a girlfriend.

That's crazy.

She's only 13.

So what? You're 16.

It's just perfect.

Your father's 10 years older

than me. Mr. Frank, I warn you...

...if this war lasts much

longer, we're gonna be related.

- Mazel tov.

- I haven't seen my cat since lunch.

I'm giving Mouschi his

dinner. My little Mouschi.

I couldn't live without

my precious Mouschi.

You wonderful cat, you.

All right, Miss

Quack-Quack. - What's that?

- Miss

Quack-Quack! - You!

You talk so much they

call you Miss Quack-Quack.

You're the most

intolerable boy I ever met!

Quack, quack, quack!

- Quack!

- Ooh!

Anne, dear, you're hot.

- You're warm. Are you all right?

- Mother, please.

- You don't have a fever, do you?

- No.

You know we can't call

a doctor here, ever.

There's only one thing

to do, watch carefully.

Prevent an illness before it

comes. Let me see your tongue.

- Mother, this is perfectly absurd.

- Anne, dear, don't be such a baby.

Let me see your tongue.

Otto.

Anne, you hear your

mother, don't you?

Come on, open up.

Quack.

Annie.

- Otto.

- Anne.

You're all right.

I think there's nothing the matter

with our Anne that a ride on her bike...

...or a visit with her friend

Sanne de Vries wouldn't cure.

Isn't that so, Anne?

I keep wishing that Peter

was a girl instead of a boy.

Then I'd have

someone to talk to.

With all the boys

in the world...

... why did I have to

get locked up with him?

Is it someone?

- Is it Miep?

It's strange

we don't hear.

Maybe she got hurt.

- She'll come.

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