This is my favourite quote from the Jolie’s new interview with Vogue. She covers the December issue and goddamn Wintour, with all that you must have had to choose from, why THIS shot? And THAT backdrop colour? It looks...dated. As you’ll see when you flip through some of the other options, there were SO MANY OTHER OPTIONS.

Anyway, whatever, the point is it’s a new Angelina Jolie article and they’re usually pretty good with Vogue access and Angie, unlike Brad, is usually reliable with the dish. She knows to drop in a few juicy nuggets to give the writer something to sell, to give the magazine something to promote. Because of course she is trying to promote. In this case The Tourist with Johnny Depp, opening in December.

As you’d expect, there’s a lot of gushing. About her beauty. The writer refers to it as “gazing”. That the Jolie has a one of a kind face, the kind of face that you absolutely cannot stop looking at. See? Gush. But in this case, because I’ve actually seen her, and I’ve actually gazed too, I can’t stay I disagree. Her beauty, it is CRAZY. Somewhere in the article, someone says (I can’t remember who and I’m not reading it again) that Brad Pitt stares at her all day long too. Here’s where you have to toss them an “Oh Please”.

Not that she doesn’t return the favour. She coos about him in return. Here’s an excerpt:

From the inside, Brad and Angelina are two hardworking parents with in-demand skill sets who manage their work/life/family balance as best they can, while fitting in philanthropy on top. From the outside, they’re people who can shut down Toronto. I pick Toronto only because I witnessed Brad Pitt do just that in 1997, for the Seven Years in Tibet premiere. Screaming Bradmaniacs confined him to his hotel room for 48 hours, while costar David Thewlis strolled around unbothered. “For a man, being as beautiful as Brad is almost an affliction,” Thewlis told me at the after-party. When I tell Angelina this tale, her eyes dance and she gets very gurgly. “Well, he’s a handsome man.” Yes! And? “No, I think he’s an extremely sexy—extremely handsome and the most sexy. . . . When I think about him, I just think of the man who’s such a great friend and such an extraordinary father. And that’s when I fall, you know, when I have my moments of getting—whoarr!—caught up in how much I love him . . . it’s usually when I see him with the children.”

Christmas came early for Brangelunatics, non?

And of course there’s talk of the children. Of course there is. Maddox is mommy’s positivity coach, Pax’s culinary skills are better than Angelina’s, and, as evidenced in those hilarious pictures of her playing with the dog (who is actually called Jacques and not Jack) the other day – click here to see - the Chosen One is the animal lover. All kinds of animals. Slippery ones, slimy ones, furry ones, and ones that aren’t alive anymore:

(Jolie) says, “It wasn’t a plan for it to be as even (3 boys 3 girls) as it turned out.” She takes back her BlackBerry and scrolls again: “My girls [Zahara, Shiloh, Vivienne, all spattered with great gobs of color]—they did some body painting.” They’re adorable. It is hard, she says, to think of having any fewer. I wonder if she’s overrun with cats and dogs and hamsters on top? “Well, someone found a lizard yesterday,” she says. “And Shiloh appeared.” (She checks herself momentarily, saying, “I am sure there’s going to be some comment about this, which fortunately I will not read,” before restarting.) “Shiloh found a dead bird, so she came in and said, ‘Can I have a dead pet?’ And I’m . . . ‘Uh-uh, I don’t think it’s healthy, honey. I think they have to put him in a box,’ and I had to run out to find, like, a taxidermy bird. I just worked it out for her.” Did Shiloh know about taxidermy? “No. But I figured that I couldn’t keep the actual dead bird from the yard, so I swayed her toward one that had been cleaned, at least.” We are both giggling, and Jolie says that Shiloh is indeed “hysterical.”

And Shiloh appeared.

Cute, right?

I can hear her saying it warmly, affectionately, half exasperatedly. And it’s amusing too, her acknowledgement that people sh-t on her about her kids – what they wear, what they do – and her claim that she won’t read about it, which, obviously, contradicts how she knows about it in the first place. It’s a glimpse of insecurity. Fascinating. She always is. Like, she’s a giggler. The Jolie giggles. And only owns black clothes. And has a white blackberry. See now I would never have put the Jolie down to having a white blackberry. You?

Click here to read the entire piece and see more photos.