You don't have to race me.

You in the race, have you?

Then I'm taking myself out of the race.

A number of beautiful girls have entered the race.

And I'd just put myself back in the race.

I'm sure your representative will win the race for queen.

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

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

Wait till you hear who's gonna run in the race for Queen of Beverly Hills.

And as soon as Ellie Mae gets her wind, I'm gonna race her to Pasadena and back.

Mr. Plampett, if Ellie May runs for queen, I can practically assure you that she will win the race.

Ellie May will enter the race for queen, and the finals will be held beside the Clampett swimming pool.

Hold it.

What's going on in my office?

Yes, that.

Well, it seems some girl from the secretarial pool has been chosen to represent the bank in the contest for Queen of Beverly Hills.

Oh.

Gee.

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

You've got something there.