Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've seen me win the race.
Hillbilly, that is.
Yes, sir.
Granny wins!
Cool her down, young'uns.
You know something, Mr. Drysdale?
Granny?
No, sir, for the buggy.
The Beverly Hillbillies.
Yes, sir.
Well, you take it back and get Miss Drysdale an animal she can be proud of.
My pleasure, ma'am.
Ain't it, though?
Just to clap it?
A nice, shiny black buggy with yellow wheels.
For a city fella, you sure are a shrewd judge of horse flesh.
In mine.
Well, good.
It was on sale.
Oh, she's beautiful.
How nice it would be for Ms.
Drysdale, if there's one thing I can't stand, it's a cheater!
You are going out there and take your lumps.
She'd be delighted.