Good-hearted dreamer Larry Daley, despite being perpetually down on his luck, thinks he’s destined for something big. But even he could never have imaged how ”big, ” when he accepts what appears to be a menial job as a graveyard-shift security guard at a museum of natural history. During Larry’s watch, extraordinary things begin to occur.
-We're gonna have a little talk, okay?
-I told you, I don't like to be manhandled.
-No, I will manhandle you, Jedediah.
-Now, listen, guys.
-What is your problem, huh?
-Why can't you just get along?
-Look, we're men. We fight, okay?
-That's what we do.
-It's kind of how we pass the time.
-You're, like, a giant. A freak, if you will.
-We can't expect you to understand that.
-You got the whole room to run around in.
-You don't have to be near each other.
-What, you mean...?
-You're gonna let us out?
-What, and just roam free?
-Yeah. Yeah, I might,
-if you promise to behave.
-That means no fireballs,
-no explosions, okay?
-You have my word, my liege.
-Yeah, no problemo, Gigantor.
-My name's Larry, first of all. Okay, Jed?
-So I call you Jed.
-I don't call you Tiny, right?
-What's that supposed to mean?
-"Hey, Teeny." How does that sound?
-I don't like it. It hurts my feelings.
-"Gigantor" makes me feel
-like some sort of freak, so....
-I don't. I just call you Larry.
-Don't be a kiss-ass, okay?
-Look, I'm trusting you guys, all right?
-If you don't do what I say,
-you can end up like the Mayan world there.
-Locked up. Take a look.
-Do they look happy?
-No.
-They look sad.
-They can't do what they wanna do.
-Now, I'm letting you guys...
-...have a little bit of leash here.
-Don't choke me with it, okay?
-I gotta run. You guys play nice, okay?