Sarah Morton: Awards are like hemorrhoids. Sooner or later every asshole gets one.
Sarah Morton: When someone keeps an entire part of their life secret from you, it's fascinating and frightening.
Julie: I'm so tired.
Sarah Morton: Not surprised. It's tiring to kill a man.
Sarah Morton: I pity your mother.
Julie: You pity her? Why?
Sarah Morton: Well, I imagine having a daughter who comes home with a different man every night must be difficult for a mother.
Julie: Well, you imagine wrong. You know what? You're just a frustrated Englishwoman who writes about dirty things but never does them. You can shove your uptight morals up your ass.
Chosen answer: Julie was not the publisher's daughter. Julia, who we see at the end, is the real daughter - given that Sarah doesn't seem very surprised to see Julia at the end (and the reaction of the secretary proves she's known to everyone), the most likely explanation is that the entire sequence in France is in fact the content of Sarah's book, and never really happened.
Jon Sandys