The Scene: A nondescript office in the L.A. Federal Building
IRS Auditor: Mr. MacGyver, I've seen some unusual claims for business expenses in my time, but this list! You're asking me to believe that these items are deductible business expenses? What exactly is it that you do, Mr. MacGyver?
[A knock on the door]
Young Man: Oh, sorry, Mr. Bergeron, I didn't realize you had a case in here. I have this package for you... and it's beeping!!!
Mac: Put it down here if you don't mind...gently! Good. Stand back if you don't mind, Mr. Bergeron and..? [looks inquisitively at the young man]
Young Man: Brad, sir.
[Mac takes out his Swiss Army knife and begins to carefully slice the tape holding the brown paper bag wrapping off the package to reveal the bomb. He then puts the knife attachment back in place, and pulls up the screwdriver, pulls the duct tape out of his back pocket, and calmly unplugs the modular phone cord from the wall and the desk phone and starts to strip it down for the wires, because the IRS official's newfangled paper clips will not do the job. In a few moments, the bomb is defused.]
MacGyver: You asked me what I do? Well, I'm a troubleshooter for the Phoenix Foundation, and that's what I do [gestures at defused bomb]... among other things. [grimace of inadequate explanation]
Mr Bergeron: I see. Bradley, seeing as I don't have a working phone could you go next door and ask Mrs. Donnelly to call security? [mops brow with handkerchief, reseats himself at his desk] I think that under the circumstances these deductions seem entirely reasonable. You are free to go, Mr. MacGyver, and I will make a notation in your file so that you may expect to take such deductions in future years without having to be subjected to an audit.
Mac: Sorry about the phone cord.
Mr. Bergeron: No problem, Mr. MacGyver.
Mac: I could rig you up another with the cord for the desk lamp if you're in a hurry to use the phone...
Mr. Bergeron: No, actually, it will be kind of pleasant to avoid the interruptions for a while. You've done me more than one favor Ang--
Mac: MAC! [more calmly] Call me Mac, please! All my friends do.
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IRS Auditor: Mr. MacGyver, I've seen some unusual claims for business expenses in my time, but this list! You're asking me to believe that these items are deductible business expenses? What exactly is it that you do, Mr. MacGyver?
[A knock on the door]
Young Man: Oh, sorry, Mr. Bergeron, I didn't realize you had a case in here. I have this package for you... and it's beeping!!!
Mac: Put it down here if you don't mind...gently! Good. Stand back if you don't mind, Mr. Bergeron and..? [looks inquisitively at the young man]
Young Man: Brad, sir.
[Mac takes out his Swiss Army knife and begins to carefully slice the tape holding the brown paper bag wrapping off the package to reveal the bomb. He then puts the knife attachment back in place, and pulls up the screwdriver, pulls the duct tape out of his back pocket, and calmly unplugs the modular phone cord from the wall and the desk phone and starts to strip it down for the wires, because the IRS official's newfangled paper clips will not do the job. In a few moments, the bomb is defused.]
MacGyver: You asked me what I do? Well, I'm a troubleshooter for the Phoenix Foundation, and that's what I do [gestures at defused bomb]... among other things. [grimace of inadequate explanation]
Mr Bergeron: I see. Bradley, seeing as I don't have a working phone could you go next door and ask Mrs. Donnelly to call security? [mops brow with handkerchief, reseats himself at his desk] I think that under the circumstances these deductions seem entirely reasonable. You are free to go, Mr. MacGyver, and I will make a notation in your file so that you may expect to take such deductions in future years without having to be subjected to an audit.
Mac: Sorry about the phone cord.
Mr. Bergeron: No problem, Mr. MacGyver.
Mac: I could rig you up another with the cord for the desk lamp if you're in a hurry to use the phone...
Mr. Bergeron: No, actually, it will be kind of pleasant to avoid the interruptions for a while. You've done me more than one favor Ang--
Mac: MAC! [more calmly] Call me Mac, please! All my friends do.