The Race for Queen - The Beverly Hillbillies [S02E19]

Morning.

I heard.

My legs is ever a bit as good as Ellie Mae's.

One of them rascals might run up and grab me and hug me and kiss me and choke me off and marry me.

Things become moldy and damp when left underground too long.

Come on in and help me tow something.

Thank you.

I hear tell that these city men are bold to begin with.

Not at all.

I mean, Miss Clampett.

How?

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

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

That don't mean nothing.

Set a spell.

But every time I start to... Jethro, we ain't talking about them holes, remember?

Whatever you say, Granny.

is none other than our distinguished judge, Miss Karen Crandall.

I hope you're not going to overlook the intellectual approach to this contest.

And now we will hear from the winner.

Where is my husband's secretary?

Word of honor, this is, uh...

Who could possibly beat her?

If I'm going to sit on the throne of Beverly Hills, these legs are going to take me there.

Yes, that.