"Hey man, can I be in your movie?"

Nuts.. the "your" was supposed to be in italics.

If it is anything like the conferences in the baseball league that I play in....

"Did you see the girl in the short skirt in the third row?"

"Skinner said the teachers will crack any minute, purple monkey dishwasher."

"I SAID, 'Do up your fly!'"

"Yes, I do sort of like the sound of 'Ken Molina', now can you please pull this glove off my face!"

"Mickey says I can bat for you next inning.."

"Huck, if you come out here to tell me how much I 'just inspire' you one more time, this baseball will connect with your cup before you have time to leave the mound."

"Check out that girl in the front row on top of the dugout. I don't think she is wearing any (fill in the blank)."

"You're right Huck, my glove does smell like strawberries!"

"Uhh, the tacos & beer I had for lunch ain't feeling so good right now"

"Do these knee-high socks make my legs look girly?"

I gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now - I gotta go!

Keipper...I represent that...

I was thinking

Either holy crap Huck, I can see right through your ears
or
There is No way I am kissing you on the cheek with all these people around

But I think Alex0888 has the most likely one.

"Huck, that's new Corinthian leather in this glove. Here, smell it."

"No Huck, you can't hit off a tee."

"Look down. I'm working on my shine ball."

"Jeter and six of his little buddies are waiting for you by the exit..."

"So where do you want me to hit Jeter?"

"I won't intentionaly walk him. Remember, I was once a closer."

"Orlando Hudson just called you a goodensladoweedayeaba."

OR

"I hear Hudson's been stealing your signs."

I don't know why I brought the O-Dog into this...

"Mmmmph rmmfh brrf mmbf. Mrph."

The usual strategy. We make him hit like Huck. Oh wait...

"No, no - fart AFTER I go into the windup."

I see dead people.

In the words of the immortal Joe Schultz (as quoted by Jim Bouton):

"What the [S-word]. Let's just throw him some low smoke and then go pound some Budweiser."

"Huck why did you take that Viagra before the game?"

Mick is the winner so far. I'll let it run all weekend, so get your clever lines in before I wake up on Monday morning. (8am if Theo sleeps well, 4am otherwise.)

"How do you throw a curve ball again??"

"Where's Gregg?"

Hah, smcs, like "What's your name again?"

"Those guys with the cowbell are freaking the hell outta me"

"He's weak now that he's off the juice, so when I bean Giambi and he charges the mound, O-Dog can tackle him, you take Posada and I'll handle Zimmer. What, no Zimmer? Darn...ok, I'll take Crosby."

Ken, I've been meaning to tell you all season, I heart you.

"Dude, I am dealing with an emergency situation here. I sharted."

"Okay Ken, you take Jeter, I'll take A-Rod...I don't wanna take A-Rod...you'll do as I tell you....you wanna be a team player, huh...."

*To be said like Homer coming up with his basketball game plan with Lenny and Karl.

Do I still win? And if so, what is my glorious prize?

"Jeter says there's 30 grand in it for you if you break A-Rod's shoulder this time"

Huck: What's up?
Speier: I've been thinking about the mad cow disease again...
Huck: Do you know what the odds are against someone contracting it? Focus!
Speier: Well, what about the mail...did you know they don't deliver mail on Saturday's in Canada?
Huck: That's crazy, but what does that have to do with the next batter?
Speier: Dunno, just thinking out loud. I've had this feeling today too, that if we can just battle and close it out, Rich is going to write something nice about us in the Star tomorrow.
Huck: Ok, now you're talking crazy.

"50 if you make it look like an accident"

Sorry, I was out all day. Mick is the winner, though Jobu came close.

Mick, e-mail me your mailing address. I make a point of NOT telling people what their fabulous prizes are, or otherwise they might not give me their addresses.