Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian (video game)


 * Shiela Burns: And we're live with Larry Daley of Daley Devious inventor of the glow-in-the-dark flashlight. Welcome.
 * Larry: Thank you, Sheila. My pleasure I find your show very... "enlightening."
 * Shiela Burns: You used to be a night guard at the museum.
 * Larry: Right,
 * Shiela Burns: What was that like?
 * Larry: Great question, Shiela. It was actually... ...interesting.
 * Shiela Burns: You must have some mixed feelings about the renovation then.
 * Larry: Not really. I thought a lot of great art and culture came out of that period.
 * Shiela Burns: Not the Renaissance, the renovation.
 * Larry: What renovation?
 * Shiela Burns: The museum is replacing the old wax exhibits and dioramas with state-of-the-art holograms.
 * Larry: Holograms? You mean like, holograms like in three-dimensional objects built out of light that replace status? Okay, you know what, I gotta go! Can you got to commercial?
 * Shiela Burns: Coming up next: Dr. Candy is here to report on new dentist-approved fillings... made of fudge.
 * Larry: New York Museum of Natural City. Step on it, Bubba!
 * Andy: You got it, Mr. D. And my name is Andy. Bubba's off all this week.
 * Larry: Andy, Bubba, whatever--let's go!
 * Andy: So... what's it like being on T.V.? You feel any different?
 * Larry: Holograms? Where's the charm in that? You can't touch 'em, you can't play catch with them. The ball will pass right through! Can't ride 'em, can't play games with 'em... They're not REAL. Know what I mean?
 * Andy: Sure. You lose something vital in the shift digital culture.
 * Larry: Wow, you are so much smarter than Bubba.
 * Andy: Here we are. New York Museum of Natural History.
 * Larry: Gotta go! Come on! Come-on, you are killing me with the childproof locks! Ohh-kay Been awhile. Here we go. McPhee? Mornin', everybody! Beautiful right here at the musuem. A climate-controlled 69 degrees, and zero traffic. Comin' up next, your favorite smooth jazz cool hits - smooth jazz cool hits in the museum! Ah... OK... what are these? Dear Mr. Daley, blah-blah. Time to move forward, blah-blah-blah-blah, changes coming... Blah-blah-blah, please FINALLY clean out your locker. Blah-blah-blah... (Yawns) After your usual juvenile antics, blah-blah-blah, close up when done. Your truly, Blah-blah-blah, McPhee. Juvenile antics? Me? What a fart face. I should find a map of this place.