Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You sure you want to race against all them young girls?
Don't talk.
I don't like the idea.
Big smile.
Not at all.
What?
The Beverly Hillbilly.
What happened?
Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
You forgot?
But it would be a mite unhandy for me to have to go clean down to your bank every time I wanted something.
This here's oil.
Well, I did ask somebody to look into that.
So, you see, Miss Davis, being a beauty queen isn't all fun.
Well, seems only fitting and proper.
Well, I don't care what it smells like.
Yes, ma'am.
Jed!
Oh, Granny, I must talk to you immediately about running for Queen.
If ever I need anything, he's gonna fetch it out here himself.
You do not joke about such things.
Oh, no, I'm hardly in my best in a bathing suit.
Bathing suits?
They're going to have all the girls run a foot race.
What is your name?
Get some... Don't talk, Jethro.
A poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.
You only beat me because we was running on level city pavement.
You see, Margaret, it is important.
It seems to me that intellectual measurement should determine who will represent this bank.