Liesel Meminger: Do you think my mother really loved me?
Max Vandenburg: Of course. Every mother loves her child. Even Hitler's.
Liesel Meminger: Do you think she writes to him?
Max Vandenburg: "Dear Führer, just wait until your father gets home! Love, Mama."
Liesel Meminger: "Dear Führer, clean up your mess."
Max Vandenburg: "Dear Führer, who cut your hair?"
Liesel Meminger: "You're not going out in that, are you?"
Max Vandenburg: "What's that growing on your lip?"
Liesel Meminger: "Don't raise your voice at me!"
Max Vandenburg: "Stop spitting when you yell."