MacGyver: Oh, come on, I'm no threat to you; there's no reason to kill— (runs behind a tree) This is nuts. There's no reason for this! Listen to me, I'm not going to take it in the back and I'm not going to take it laying down, so you're just going to have to shoot me face to face! (whispering) I can't believe I said that. (screaming) You hear me! I'm comin' out! And no, I'm not crazy. Just take a good took, maybe you'll think twice about cold-blooded murder.