Angelique: Oh, Julia, you know. Of course you know. How did I ever think I could keep it from you? Hoffman: I don’t know why you pretended to me. Angelique: I was afraid. Hoffman:That I would tell? Angelique: No no, of course not. That our being friends would give me away, that Quentin would see us together and know. Now I’m glad. Because I’ve missed you. You always knew what I wanted, long before I knew myself.