The Race for Queen - The Beverly Hillbillies [S02E19]

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

What?

Oh, please, Milburn, just during the semi-centennial.

Granny's gonna try.

There'll be parties and dancers.

You're darn tootin'!

Her and them other goomer judges with her!

Who's going to look at them with a hundred girls like this parading around?

Each contestant will now step to the microphone and tell us in her own words how she intends to represent the city of Beverly Hills as queen on her world tour.

She's out in front of me, standing still.

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

No, Queen, you've been running for two hours straight.

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

I mean, Miss Clampett.

Well, first off I'm going to take my critters, especially my skunk along with me.

Word of honor, this is, uh...

Good morning.

Take your shoes off.

Miss Jane Hathaway.

I'm afraid the youngin' aged ye again.

Like I said, Granny, I don't care nothing about being queen.

I got some goat cheese that should have been put underground a year ago.

You don't have to race me.

Granny tells me you're going to keep all these vittles for her down in the vault in your bank.

Hold it.