Mac: Psst.
Mac: Now.
Mac: Well, it’s comfy.
Barbara: Spencer, Barbara T.
Mac: Uh Gant.
Mac and Burke shake hands.
Mac: Rainmakers?
Mac: Yeah, right.
Mac grins *that* grin
Mac: Yeah.
Mac: Infrared or gas discharge
Mac: Thank you.
Mac: No thanks.
Mac: Can ya?
Mac climbs down a ladder.
Mac: Okey Doke.
Mac: Well that’s kinda pretty.
Mac: Think I’m in
Mac: Twighlight Zone.
Gant: What is it Mac.
Gant: Mac what’s happening?
Mac: Water.
Mac: Anybody hurt seriously.
Mac: No, uh, whoa.
Mac: Look uh . . ?
Barbara: Spencer, Barbara Spencer.
Mac and Barbara climb down the pole.
Mac: MacGyver.
Mac: Hey.
Barbara: Oh.
Mac: The what?
Mac: Alright.
Barbara: Alright.
Mac: Here.
Mac: Hey hey.
Mac: You bet.
Mac breaks that glass.
Gant: Mac. Mac? MAC!
Barbara: MacGyver.
Mac: With these.
Mac: Yeah?
Mac: A bomb.
Mac takes over the intercom.
Mac: Metallurgy, metallurgy, metallurgy. Come on Mac.
Barbara: Okay.
Mac: Wait here.
Mac: Spencer, Gosh darn it.
Mac: Doesn't it?
Mac: Spencer, your a genius
Mac: Short stuff's hot.
Mac: What?
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