Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, Skipper. It's my last chance to prove I'm not the worst player ever.
so I know good beans when I see them.
Wait. I know you. You're the sleazebag who owns the Ultimate Robot Fighting League.
a one-eyed woman.
MRW people complain about anatomical correctness in a physics book
and that's with two F's.
But I'll teach you everything I know.
Hey, batter, batter, batter, batter! Hey, batter, batter, batter!
Skipper, we're losin' the crowd. Put in our new novelty act, Leela.
You better get a batting helmet.
Stee-rike two!
Heh heh! Check out the one-eyed bean machine!
- How do I look? - Like a sexy Yogi Berra.
Well, yeah. But basically, you'd just be a publicity stunt.
and that's with three E's.
When I grow up, I want to injure men by throwing stuff at them, just like you, Leela.
Hit by a pitch. Take your base.
Uuh-aah!
hang many underwear from Earth clothesline, live Earthican dream.
As God is my witness, I vow to earn the respect of girls and women everywhere.