- Suzanne: [not overly confident about the viability of Mac's cobbled-together robotic maid, or "her" ability to handle eggs safely as she removes one from the fridge] Let me guess - - you like 'em SCRAMBLED.
- [last lines]
- Carole Tanner: Your chopper will be here in an hour. Do you have to go?
- MacGyver: Well...
- Carole Tanner: I can recommend the cruise. Gourmet cuisine, sports and games, dancing every night. It's a great place to relax if you've been under stress.
- MacGyver: Well... Do I get to sit at the Captain's Table?
- [first lines]
- Carole Tanner: Take a look what our eye in the sky has to say.
- Captain Howard: What are they calling her?
- Carole Tanner: Henry. 200 miles across and we are headed right down his throat. I think our passengers might object, not exactly vacation weather.
- Pete Thornton: Mac, I need your help
- MacGyver: Last time you said that to me, I ended up in Washington, wearing a pin-striped suit and a necktie.
- Charlie Robinson: Pick a number, Mac.
- MacGyver: Oh, no. We played that game already.
- Charlie Robinson: I guess that means it's my turn to go first.
- Carole Tanner: Tell me, Mr. MacGyver. Would you want to know that a very good possibility exists that you could die a violent death some time during the next three hours?
- MacGyver: Yes, ma'am, I would.
- MacGyver: Pick a number between one and ten, quick!
- Charlie Robinson: Seven.
- MacGyver: Close, but wrong; I go first.
- MacGyver: It's not technology, it's... art.
- Pete Thornton: Art? MacGyver, it's a damn bomb!
- MacGyver: You just lack artistic taste.
- Officer Atkins: The search party found another one. In the auxiliary power room.
- MacGyver: You got two neon signs?
- MacGyver: I had this contract with Pete Thornton's outfit that says I take only those jobs I wanna take. Now, you'd think I'd say "no" once in a while. Especially when Pete wants to put me in the middle of the ocean to babysit a bomb.
- MacGyver: Sure is great to start off a sunny day thinking about the people you like most. My pal Susan, for instance. She's my landlady, the building maintenance person - and the only human being who's figured out how to keep me organized. So, how do I repay her? A twenty-first century breakfast, of course. I wonder how she likes her eggs.