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Citizens of Orange County, for years now, you people have been holding the same old orange festival.
The Impossum Queen is about the highest honor that can come to a woman.
Let's go!
She's just modest because she's in charge of the arrangements.
Granny is all set to run against my wife, Possum Queen.
Wait a minute.
Uncle Jeb, how can one outfit weigh so doggone much?
Crawdad eating contest?
And now, folks, handshaking and baby kissing will be done at the end of my speech.
You get over to that city hall and tell those jokers I want my festival.
Excuse me, Mr. Drysdale, but Mr. Clampett is calling for you on line one.
Well, thank you, ma'am.
Now let's get started on your campaign.
Let's get going.
Yes, sir.
How do you like my bandwagon?
Excuse me, Mr. Drydale, but you're cutting off my wind.
My doggies, Mrs. Drysdale, you've turned into such a fine neighbor, it seems a shame to be leaving.
It's because she don't want me running again hurt for Beverly Hills Possum Queen.
Will it be Miss Drysdale or me?
Here.
There we are, and you wouldn't want to miss the honor of being queen.
Yes, yes, that's right.
Oh yes you can, right Miss Hathaway?