When David Met Mickey
David Carr: Oh, wow! Mickey Rourke! So nice to meet you, sir! I’m such a big fan! I hope we were able to put on a little show for you out here today.
Mickey: Listen to me, kid. You been around this business as long as I have, they’re gonna try and take your FUCKING INTEGRITY. YOUR FUCKING SOUL. Don’t fucking let them do that. Don’t let them take your heart. You stay true to your fucking self, young Chad Michael Murray.
David: It’s David.
Mickey: Whatever. Just… sometimes this town will treat you like the fucking OCEAN. They’ll just keep throwing crap inside you: rocks, garbages, old cocks. And they’ll expect you to keep on rolling. You know what the fuck I mean?
David: Not really.
Mickey: (grabs his lapel) I’M TALKING ABOUT FUCKING HONOR, BROTHER. Gotta have fucking honor. Through everything. Through the cocaine.
David: I don’t do cocaine.
Mickey: And the booze.
David: I don’t drink.
Mickey: And the pills.
David: I usually only take Tylenol if my knee acts up, but I don’t play too often for that to happen. Plus, I go down way before the defensive end can get a clean hit. It’s how I stay so healthy.
Mickey: And the whores.
David: I don’t visit whores.
Mickey: You don’t visit whores? The fuck kinda man are you? You can learn a lot from a whore. They’ve seen and sucked enough things to know the score.
David: Well, usually, I just like to spend evenings in with my wife, Melody, and read Bible passages.
Mickey: You got a girl named Melody and she ain’t a whore?
David: No, sir.
Mickey: How the fuck is that possible? Is she from Iceland?
David: No, sir.
Mickey: YOU FUCKING LISTEN TO ME, little Wentworth Miller. You come into this industry young, dumb, and full of cum. You think it’s gonna last forever. But it don’t. Only thing that lasts forever is the REGRET. I remember Bobby De Niro and worked together on the set of Angel Heart, and he told me something I’ll never forget. Know what he said?
David: No.
Mickey: He said, “Mick, you don’t have to eat the shit they lay out for the lunch buffet. Go right to the catering van window, and they can custom make a breakfast burrito for you.” NOW YOU FUCKING TAKE THE TIME TO ABSORB WHAT THAT MEANS.
David: Okay.
Mickey: You’ve made a nice really nice picture here today, kid. It’s got drama and fucking realism. DON’T LET THEM FUCK WITH YOUR PICTURE.
David: This isn’t a film set. It’s an actual game.
Mickey: THAT’S EXACTLY HOW YOU SHOULD PREPARE YOUR ROLE. That Method shit’ll kill ya. But that’s how you crawl into the anus of a character. Don’t let them fuck with that. DON’T LET THEM THROW THEIR SHIT INTO YOUR WAVES, BROTHER.







October 15th, 2009 at 10:39 am
They let Carr dress out..?
October 15th, 2009 at 10:43 am
I keep waiting for the point where this posts turns from sad and creepy into something funny. Glad I packed a lunch.
October 15th, 2009 at 10:46 am
I would like to see a panel discussion with Mickey Rourke, Gary Busey and Nick Nolte hosted by Larry King.
October 15th, 2009 at 10:52 am
Mickey Rourke should have played Cappy in Any Given Sunday. Would have totally not let Steamin Willie Beamon take his job. Could you imagine LT and Rourke on the same imaginary team together? They’d of done more lines than a plaid shirt.
October 15th, 2009 at 10:53 am
we want more Rex Ryan!
October 15th, 2009 at 10:54 am
@Biggus Rickus: count me in.
October 15th, 2009 at 10:58 am
Fucking brilliant. “Is she from Iceland?”
October 15th, 2009 at 11:00 am
This is so… so… so…. something that I want it to really be him. http://twitter.com/DavidCarr8
My wife said when asked if she could describe my time in houston in one word it would be..”.Concust”..lol!
October 15th, 2009 at 11:02 am
“I would like to see a panel discussion with Mickey Rourke, Gary Busey and Nick Nolte hosted by Larry King.”
That is more chicklet teeth than one room could handle.
October 15th, 2009 at 11:03 am
Mickey: He said, “Mick, you don’t have to eat the shit they lay out for the lunch buffet. Go right to the catering van window, and they can custom make a breakfast burrito for you.”
That killed me. Sounds like exactly the kind of thing de Niro would say, too.
October 15th, 2009 at 11:03 am
Alright, unless someone bothered making one for his wife or she’s dumb enough to follow a fake Carr then it just might be real.
http://twitter.com/qbandme
October 15th, 2009 at 11:04 am
Mickey: You don’t visit whores? The fuck kinda man are you? You can learn a lot from a whore. They’ve seen and sucked enough things to know the score.
If thats not funny then Richard Fitzwell isn’t a douche.
@Biggus and gary: Yes. Four times, yes.
October 15th, 2009 at 11:10 am
The best part of any production day is the breakfast burrito.
October 15th, 2009 at 11:18 am
Keep ‘em coming, more Rourke or any other intense actor/player combo. Biggus’ list is a great place to start.
October 15th, 2009 at 11:21 am
You don’t visit whores? The fuck kinda man are you? You can learn a lot from a whore. They’ve seen and sucked enough things to know the score.
True words. Lofty words. And even better if you saw last night’s awesome episode of South Park
/know what I’m saying?
October 15th, 2009 at 11:25 am
Micky Rourke spending the first 6 years of his life in Schenectady, NY explains a lot.
October 15th, 2009 at 11:26 am
/throws old cock into ocean
October 15th, 2009 at 11:28 am
A bit disappointed that Mickey didn’t sound like Bigfoot from the Fitty bits.
October 15th, 2009 at 11:31 am
I wonder if Mickey (who is shooting Iron Man 2 right now) really thinks there is a superhero named Iron Man.
Amazingly enough, it wouldn’t surprise me if he does. Not at all.
October 15th, 2009 at 11:36 am
Needs more Eric Roberts
October 15th, 2009 at 11:46 am
20 seconds after this was taken, Justin Tuck sacked Carr, thinking he still played for the Texans.
October 15th, 2009 at 11:49 am
Hey Davie, want some popcorn?
October 15th, 2009 at 11:56 am
Could Carr start in Oakland??
October 15th, 2009 at 12:11 pm
So the jets get pussytubing rex ryan and nacho and the giants get a fucking pussy whipped jesus lover and elisha.
/still happy to be a giants fan
//fuck the jets
October 15th, 2009 at 12:20 pm
Could Carr start in Oakland??
I’m not sure he sucks enough to attract the attention of Al Davis.
October 15th, 2009 at 12:33 pm
@Otto Man: Why does your avitar keep changing?
/I notice these things
//I don’t have a life
October 15th, 2009 at 12:34 pm
@ Biggus Rickus:
Can we throw Buzz in just for good measure?
October 15th, 2009 at 12:37 pm
Wow – Mickey is looking surprisingly clean and sober in that shot. (Speaking of blown out old celebrities with reptilian skin, next up should be David Lee Roth on the Raider sidelines…)
October 15th, 2009 at 12:40 pm
David: If our lead gets any bigger, Coach said he’s gonna put me in the game.
Mickey: I got a serious question for you: What the fuck are you doing? This is not shit for you to be messin’ with. Are you ready to hear something? I want you to see if this sounds familiar: any time you try a decent play, you got fifty ways you’re gonna fuck up. If you think of twenty-five of them, then you’re a genius… and you ain’t no genius.
David: No sir, I am not. I am no genius.
October 15th, 2009 at 12:41 pm
Mickey: “Drinks for ALL my friends”…jumps over bar and gets his ass kicked by Frank Stallone again.
October 15th, 2009 at 1:10 pm
Did Mickey comb his hair with a pork chop?
October 15th, 2009 at 1:26 pm
@UU: Really? That says it all!
October 15th, 2009 at 1:47 pm
This made me smile on a day I found out my car will need $1000 in repairs.
/Curses girlfriend who hit a curb… really hard.
October 15th, 2009 at 2:42 pm
You definitely don’t have to eat that shit they lay out for the lunch buffet. You grab yourself a soup bone, some bacon, some veggies…baby you got a stew goin’.
/Hot Ice with Anne Archer
October 15th, 2009 at 10:54 pm
So when does David Carr get the tattooes to break his brother out of prison??
/still remembers that show not sucking in the first year
October 16th, 2009 at 10:39 am
So can we get the KSK fact check team on that David Carr twitter account that 289 dug up. And by fact check team, I mean dick joke brigade commenters like myself–except not actually myself, I’m a busy man.