Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Granny, I must talk to you immediately about running for Queen.

Well, I did ask somebody to look into that.

You see, Margaret, it is important.

A poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.

Get some... Don't talk, Jethro.

Well, I don't care what it smells like.

I don't like the idea.

This here's oil.

Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

So, you see, Miss Davis, being a beauty queen isn't all fun.

They're going to have all the girls run a foot race.

Well, seems only fitting and proper.

You do not joke about such things.

If ever I need anything, he's gonna fetch it out here himself.

You only beat me because we was running on level city pavement.

But it would be a mite unhandy for me to have to go clean down to your bank every time I wanted something.

What is your name?

You sure you want to race against all them young girls?

The Beverly Hillbilly.

It seems to me that intellectual measurement should determine who will represent this bank.

Oh, no, I'm hardly in my best in a bathing suit.