(The guys singing "Gloom, Despair and Agony on Me"):
Gordie: We figured she was rich, loaded to the hilt.
Grandpa: And we figured she had class like the Vanderbuilts.
Roy: Cause we had heard for years, how she was so well-reared.
Archie: How was we to know they meant the way she was built.
(after the closing verse):
Harry (Weeping): I've got to learn them fellas the fine art of suffering in silence.