- Singer, Singer, Singer, Singer: [singing] But on this farm he has a mortgage / Woe, woe, woe, woe, woe...
- Narrator: [reading out] And so, today, as it must with all men, DEBT comes to Porky's Poppa, 48.
- Porky's Poppa: Ruination... Wi-worry, worry... Taxes... Mo-mi-mortgage... Woe is me... N-no milk, n-no money... What a pickle...