Homer: Son, there was something I was going to give you at the end of this trip, but since we may not survive, I want you to have it now. Bart: A real Swiss Army knife! Cool! Homer: I stole it from that Borgnine guy. (Scene switches to the other campers confronted with a bear.) Ernest Borgnine: Don't worry, kids! I'll take care of him with my trusty (searches for his knife)er, er, um, er, uh, hmm.