Maybe this will refresh your memory:
What can I make out of this? Why, I can make a hat, or a brooch, or a pterodactyl…
Jesus wept.
King Tut ain’t too happy, either. 
Cheshire: What about Steve Martin?
Buried in hisjammies!
Just remember, the white zone is for loading and unloading.
And that, more than anything else, led to my drinking problem.
Officers Booker and Takeraway.
‘S’mofo butter layin’ me to da’ BONE! Jackin’ me up… tight me!
I haven’t felt this awful since we saw that Ronald Reagan film.
Moving over to Cafe Society.
Why pretend, we both know perfectly well what this is about. You want me to have an abortion.
“Who are you and how’d you get in here?”
“I’m a locksmith. And I’m a locksmith.”
I take it black. Like my men.
Okay, boys … let’s get some pictures!
I hadn’t ever heard the reference before, but still, this thread is not the most confusing thread I’ve ever read by a longshot. 
When I got home, I received a call from Mimi DuJour. She said she wanted to see me at the club right away. Since I had no idea where the Club Rightaway was, I suggested the Club Flamingo. She agreed.
I note these quotes are from a very limited set of films. Why not open it up to ALL the other films of that genre of comedy? There MUST be gems in even the lousiest of them.
(And I almost wrote “surely” twice. Yeesh.)
I know. It all sounds like some bad movie.
[slowly turns towards the camera]
But in all seriousness, confining this thread to just the ZAZ oeuvre should last about a hundred pages, and then some. 