MacGyver: Sometimes, when they're after you… when you're just about surrounded… you realize just how seriously North African kids take soccer.

Commandant: You assaulted two police officers?
MacGyver: It seemed like a good idea at the time.

François: Relax. He gives that same speech to every foreigner who comes in here. It's only eighty percent true.
MacGyver: That's comforting.

MacGyver: I don't plan to be here that long.
François: Escape? Every new man talks about escape. Nobody succeeds.
MacGyver: Well, maybe it's about time I expanded the realm of possibilities around here.

François: You can look, but you can't touch. That little tint of blue which prisoners call the sky.
MacGyver: You may be right, François, but they can only lock me up, not my mind.

MacGyverisms:
* A soccer ball as the base to make a paper mache sphere around it. Cotton balls soaked in olive oil, fastened to wires underneath, provide lift, raising the sphere into the air to act as a signal.
* Paring knife to adjust stereo speakers.
* The sound of a rubber spatula taped against a ceiling fan, recorded to use to simulate helicopter propeller blade noise.
* PCP placed in a jacket pocket, then dosed with alcohol to make an explosive with fuse.
* Ice in a metal basin, with an electrical wire attached to it just above the lip of the basin. As the ice melts, the wire makes contact, closing an electrical circuit and setting off an explosive.
* Gunpowder from a grenade to make a fuse to set off the other grenades.