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You get over to that city hall and tell those jokers I want my festival.
Oh yes you can, right Miss Hathaway?
And now, folks, handshaking and baby kissing will be done at the end of my speech.
Yes, yes, that's right.
Crawdad eating contest?
Let's get going.
Let's go!
Now let's get started on your campaign.
The Impossum Queen is about the highest honor that can come to a woman.
Wait a minute.
Granny is all set to run against my wife, Possum Queen.
My doggies, Mrs. Drysdale, you've turned into such a fine neighbor, it seems a shame to be leaving.
Uncle Jeb, how can one outfit weigh so doggone much?
She's just modest because she's in charge of the arrangements.
Excuse me, Mr. Drysdale, but Mr. Clampett is calling for you on line one.
Excuse me, Mr. Drydale, but you're cutting off my wind.
There we are, and you wouldn't want to miss the honor of being queen.
Here.
Citizens of Orange County, for years now, you people have been holding the same old orange festival.
Well, thank you, ma'am.
Will it be Miss Drysdale or me?
It's because she don't want me running again hurt for Beverly Hills Possum Queen.
Yes, sir.
How do you like my bandwagon?