And this lonely feller named Davy tries to grin Claire down. She could almost swear that the coon's head on his hat actually winked at her, but it might have been some of the Home-Bruin she's consumed earlier. She tells the foontiersman to take his Sh*t and Crockett, and to take his "grin-and-bear(bare?)-it"routine elsewhere as it was more than this bear could traffic!.

"I do de-Claire!", says Davy as he slinks away, racoon-tail between his legs. He goes back to his table in hopes that his friend Jim can Bowie his spirits.

Jim passes him a drink with a small knife floating in it and Davy points to the object in his Grizzly Beer and roars "What the HELL is this?"

Jim replies, "I call it a Bouy Knife", after which they both howl with laughter like a coupla Good Ol' Bowies .