Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When I grow up, I want to injure men by throwing stuff at them, just like you, Leela.

You better get a batting helmet.

Well, yeah. But basically, you'd just be a publicity stunt.

As God is my witness, I vow to earn the respect of girls and women everywhere.

hang many underwear from Earth clothesline, live Earthican dream.

- How do I look? - Like a sexy Yogi Berra.

so I know good beans when I see them.

Hey, batter, batter, batter, batter! Hey, batter, batter, batter!

Heh heh! Check out the one-eyed bean machine!

and that's with two F's.

Hit by a pitch. Take your base.

Wait. I know you. You're the sleazebag who owns the Ultimate Robot Fighting League.

Skipper, we're losin' the crowd. Put in our new novelty act, Leela.

Come on, Skipper. It's my last chance to prove I'm not the worst player ever.

But I'll teach you everything I know.

and that's with three E's.

MRW people complain about anatomical correctness in a physics book

a one-eyed woman.