MacGyver: Some people say that there are no more frontiers left for us to conquer, but then again, some people still go out into the wilderness in search of their dream.
MacGyver: Laura, look, look.
Laura Farren: Oh, you're just amazing.
MacGyver: Man of many, many, many, many, many, many talents.
MacGyver: Got a spare fuse?
Laura Farren: You're holding it.
Laura Farren: And I asked him to make a choice: hellfighting... or us.
MacGyver: He chose right.
(preparing to straight Pete's broken leg)
MacGyver: Of course, you know we're going to have to give it a pretty good yank to straighten it, get a splint on it.
Pete Torgut: Well, what are you waiting, Doc? Let's do it!
MacGyver: Oh, I was just wondering...
Pete Torgut: Do you have any doubts you can do it?
MacGyver: Oh, no, that's no problem. It has to do with Curie's Law.
Pete Torgut: Curie's what? Curie's Law?
MacGyver: Yeah. You know, the one that say the magnetic susceptibility of a paramagnetic substance is inversely proportional to the absolute temperature. You know.
Pete Torgut: The magnetic susceptibility of the...
(MacGyver straights his broken leg)
MacGyver: On the other hand... don't think about it.
Pete Torgut: Oh... whew. You're real slick, MacGyver.
MacGyver: Well, naked dancing girls might have been a little better, but... you know.
MacGyver: Maybe we oughta consider puttin' it out ourselves.
Bill Farren: With what?
MacGyver: Know-how, ingenuity… dynamite wouldn't hurt.
MacGyver: You know this building is coming down with the first strong wind?
Bill Farren: Hey, you want to live forever?
MacGyver: Thinking about it.
Bill Farren: Pure nitro—that stuff will go off if you sneeze.
MacGyver: Let's try not to sneeze.
Bill Farren: You know, back in the 1920s, they used to truck nitro out to the fields.
Bill Farren: Yeah.
MacGyver: They used to call that the suicide run, didn't they?
Bill Farren: You scared?
MacGyver: You bet.
Bill Farren: Me, too. Ain't it great?
Bill Farren: You ever drop one of these?
MacGyver: Not recently. You?
Bill Farren: Well, in Tulsa, Oklahoma, a guy once bet me that I couldn't balance a stick of burning dynamite on my forehead.
MacGyver: Yeah, what happened?
Bill Farren: Blew my head off.
Bill Farren: You are crazy! I mean, certifiable!
MacGyver: Yeah? What does that make you?
Bill Farren: You've always got an answer.
MacGyver: It doesn't always work.
MacGyver: Uh, wait a minute, here.
Bill Farren: He's thinking. I can hear the gears grinding away.
MacGyver: Well, I guess I'm going to have to entertain a couple of theories a few of my buddies came up with a while ago. Archimedes and Euclid, you may have heard of them.