New Orleans (1947)

Billie Holiday: Endie

Quotes 

• Endie : Welcome to New Orleans, Miss Miralee.

  Miralee Smith : Well, thank you.

  Endie : Oh, let me fix you a good, hot tub and it will melt away all your tiredness.

• Endie : [singing upstairs, off camera]  I dream about magnolias...

  Miralee Smith : Why who is that mother?

  Mrs. Rutledge Smith : That's Endie, your maid, and I've asked her *not* to sing those songs in this house.

  Miralee Smith : But, she sings like an angel.

  Mrs. Rutledge Smith : Well, there's more devil than angel in that music!

• Endie : [singing]  Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans, When that's where you left your heart

  Mrs. Rutledge Smith : Endie! Didn't I tell you not to let me catch you at that piano again?

  Endie : I'm sorry, Ma'am. If I'd a heard you coming, I wouldn't have let you catch me.

• Miralee Smith : That music you were playing, what was it?

  Endie : I just can't seem to remember not to play it, Miss Miralee. It was a kind of little ol' blues tune.

  Miralee Smith : Blues? Do you play the blues only when you're blue?

  Endie : No, Ma'am. They just call it blues. We play it when we're blue or when we're happy, even when we're in love.

• Miralee Smith : I'm going with you.

  Endie : Yes, Ma'am. No, Ma'am! You can't do that, Miss Miralee.

  Miralee Smith : Oh, but, I can and you're going to take me.

  Endie : It ain't fittin' for a lady to go to Storyville, 'ceptin' she's on a slummin' party.

  Miralee Smith : All right, hand me my slumming clothes.

• Endie : It's a secret.

  Miralee Smith : What do you mean?

  Endie : Well, Miss Miralee, if I say one more word it won't be a secret anymore.

• Endie : [singing]  All, you old-time queens, from New Orleans, who live in Storyville, You sang the blues, tried to amuse, here's how they pay the bill, The law stepped in and called it sin - to have a little fun, the police car has made a stop and Storyville is done...

• Endie : [singing]  When the moon's kinda dreamy, Starry eyed and dreamy, And nights are luscious and long, If you're kinda lonely, All by you're only, Then nothin' but the blues are brewin', The blues are brewin'...