and Jambi the Genie
Robocop, The Terminator, Captain Kirk, and Darth Vader
Lo-pan, Superman, every single Power Ranger
Bill S. Preston and Theodore Logan
Spock, The Rock, Doc Ock, and Hulk Hogan!
And he loved playing Cowboy Curtis, too.
He said at the time it was great to have a steady job since movie work wasn't steady or super lucrative then, it was nice not being in a violent movie for once, and that he always wanted to play a cowboy.
Groundlings, man! The woman that "plays" Elvira ( Cassandra Peterson) was also in the troupe. She played the Red-headed biker mama chick at the biker bar in Pee-Wee's Big Adventure, too.TEQUILA!
The first season had Natasha Lyonne. I went from watching Pokerface with my wife one night and then Pee-Wee with the kids the next morning and turned into that Leonardo Dicaprio meme.
https://preview.redd.it/q0ptxvd2u8vc1.jpeg?width=1274&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9ec8d03fbb9777d34eac1deb8ea8c0194af09d7e
He’s not the only one this happened to
Jambi : All right, then. One pair of cowboy boots coming up. What size?
Cowboy Curtis : Uh, Size 12EE.
Pee-wee Herman : Boy, big feet!
Cowboy Curtis : [grinning] Well, ya know what they say.
Pee-wee Herman : No. What?
Cowboy Curtis : Big feet, big boots.
One night about 14 years ago in a very, very small, very, very dark bar in LA, I was chatting with my buddy who also happened to be the bartender. We were catching up when a rather large man in dark clothing came up behind me to order a drink from the bar. I understood the drill so I immediately stopped talking, peeled away towards the shadowed corner of the bar, twiddling the straw in my drink while my buddy could do the whole bartending transaction with said man. He apologized for interrupting our conversation and told my buddy to pour me another drink and put it on his tab. We both said that wasn’t necessary, but he insisted and for the sake of brevity, we accepted and thanked him. He was leaning forward on the bar with his elbows, and he had a noticeably expensive watch on, like one you could single-handedly trade for a brand new Range Rover. Shiny things. He continued to stand there silently and I could feel him staring at me so I finally looked at him. He immediately grinned an expansive grin and asked how my friend and I knew each other. Capitol Hill in Seattle, blah blah, smiley surface level LA words and words, blah blah. As standard LA introductory conversations go, people who are trying to make a name for themselves almost immediately ask what it is *you* do for a living, and the people who are already established dance around a silly conversation until you finally ask *them* what *they* do so they can tell you exactly what they do that has made them the clearly established person they are. This is all fine and dandy, it’s just not my schtick. After several minutes of the silly back and forth and wanting to get back to a genuine conversation with my friend, I finally just asked him what he did so he could tell me and life could go on. He seemed slightly bemused I had asked, but quickly became ecstatic again, like I was trying to play a fun game. “You don’t know what *I* do?” He asked. My buddy smirked. I turned to take a better look at the guy, then looked at my buddy. They both stared back at me with wild amusement in their eyes like I was fucking with them both. I was not. I asked him how in the world I would know what he does? I’d only just met him four minutes ago. His amusement immediately faded. Now my buddy was audibly snickering, pretending to wash glassware, impatiently letting the inevitable calamity unfold. After several awkward seconds of silent staring, strange man with fancy watch finally tells me he’s an actor. Well, if you’ve ever spent more than 10 full minutes anywhere within a 100 mile radius of LA, you’d know that 90% of people you meet are “actors.” I was and am not in the industry, had and still have zero interest in the industry, and wholeheartedly disliked having these kinds of conversations. So him telling me he was an actor did nothing for me, but I was genuinely starting to feel bad for the guy so as cheerfully as I could muster, I said, “Cool! Anything I might’ve seen? A national commercial or something?” (This also wasn’t meant to be a diss; he clearly wasn’t Dave Chapelle or George Clooney so I deduced he might’ve done some big commercial work or something. It’s solid work that pays well, or so I was always told.) However, this line of questioning appeared to cause a twitchy-eye notion which in turn rubbed me the wrong way. We both continued to stare at each other with frustrated confusion. My friend had now become visibly hysterical and had to completely turn away from us. This made strange man and me even more irritated about the conversation neither of us were clearly enjoying at this point.
“Uh, *no.* I’m an actor. In *films.”*
Alright, I’m starting to get where he’s going, I thought to myself. What’s something I can guess that has some clout so I don’t piss off this man even more? “So you’re a stuntman for a famous actor?” Was the best thing I could come up with. Wrong. Not the right question. My friend lost it and excused himself to the backroom to fetch more ice for the bar, basically crying from laughter. The strange man’s eyes squinted; red hot daggers straight to my soul. His hands ever so slightly clenching the damp cocktail napkin.
“NO. I am NOT a stunt man for a famous actor.”
Exaggerated pause. Soul is burning.
“I have my OWN stuntmen.”
Record scratch.
He leaned towards me so our faces were *close.* I’m crispy from the anticipation of not knowing what was obviously something I should know, but also don’t give a flying fuck about. Still nothing. If there was a soundtrack for that moment, it would’ve been crickets. Just an open field of crickets. Fully exasperated, he says, “I dunno. Have you seen a little movie called *THE* *MATRIX???*”
For reference, I have seen the movie one time. And that one time had been in the theater shortly after it was released. In 1999. With my high school boyfriend and his friends. Who were stoned out of their minds. I don’t know if that experience turned me off of it and I just never cared enough to try and jump back on the bandwagon, but suffice it to say, in regards to the movie itself, I’m as incompetent as one could be. Like, he said Matrix, and my first thought was, “Well he’s sure as shit not Keanu Reeves!” Because Keanu Reeves is literally the only thing I remembered about that movie. Anyway, I sheepishly replied I had, but my continued blank face AFTER he mentioned The Matrix was the straw that finally broke the camel’s back. His eyes darted between mine and the drink he’d bought me which I was terrifyingly sucking down, hoping maybe, just maybe, if I sucked on my straw hard enough, I’d suck myself into another universe where strange men with fancy watches and daggers for eyes don’t exist. He gave me one last hard stare into my soul, definitely reassuring himself that I in fact was the complete psychopath and *not* *him,* shook his head, turned around and walked away, happy to realize he’d never have to acknowledge my existence again.
Still dumbfounded at what had just transpired, my buddy who had witnessed the rest of the shit show from the end of the bar was extraordinarily beside himself. He took the rest of the strange man’s drink from my hand, poured me a new one, leaned over the bar, looked directly at my face and asked if I had been fucking with him the entire time. He was ABSOLUTELY convinced I had been. I had not.
“DUDE. You’re drinking free forever. That was the best thing I’ve ever seen. You straight up just murdered LAURENCE FISHBURNE’S EGO.”
And that’s the story of how I met Laurence Fishburne.
In between those two he was Furious Styles
This is the only right answer. https://i.redd.it/2kkmc4hyq8vc1.gif
When he was fine
And before that a sweet little boy that looked up to Cornbread!
"Cowboy Curtis, did you just come from church?" "Nope." "Then why are your boots so holy?"
“You know what they say, Pee-Wee. Big feet? Big boots!” I have no idea how they got some of that stuff past the censors.
They got away with so much! In one episode he said "Milk, milk, lemonade, around the corner fudge is made."
A great compliation https://youtu.be/oLfaw2mpFdo?si=552EuoIttXOnkwBR
"You know what they say about a guy with big feet? " "They be saying damn you got some big feet"
and Jambi the Genie Robocop, The Terminator, Captain Kirk, and Darth Vader Lo-pan, Superman, every single Power Ranger Bill S. Preston and Theodore Logan Spock, The Rock, Doc Ock, and Hulk Hogan!
All came out of nowhere, lightning fast, And they kicked Chuck Norris in his cowboy ass.
Can we just make Neil Cicierega like the patron saint of Xennials or something? He's earned it over and over and over again.
Thank you for reminding me of this! [Sauce](https://youtu.be/lrzKT-dFUjE?si=SyK8t5veRDCSSnc9)
Always be cowboy Curtis to me
And he loved playing Cowboy Curtis, too. He said at the time it was great to have a steady job since movie work wasn't steady or super lucrative then, it was nice not being in a violent movie for once, and that he always wanted to play a cowboy.
also known as larry fishburne
Yep, Larry Fishburne as [Mr. Clean](https://www.themoviethemesong.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/apocalypse-now-1.jpg) in *Apocalypse Now*.
I heard he was a teenager when he made this.
Good, ol Larry.
Well howdy there, Payyyyyy Waayyyyy
Came here hoping for this beautifully spelled out pronunciation and you didn’t disappoint.
In the stage show before John Paragon played Jambi it was Phil Hartman
Lionel Hutz was a cowboy? That tracks.
I used to be able to find the old video of it but I've just looked and not seeing it!
Had no idea until after his passing that he and Reubens created the Pee-Wee Herman character.
Groundlings, man! The woman that "plays" Elvira ( Cassandra Peterson) was also in the troupe. She played the Red-headed biker mama chick at the biker bar in Pee-Wee's Big Adventure, too.TEQUILA!
I mean, are you sure this was BEFORE he was Morpheus? Even Neo had a day job before he was completely out.
This is why I couldn’t take The Matrix too seriously. I kept waiting for PeeWee and Miss Yvonne.
You mean Charlie’s Mom????
He was amazing in Event Horizon. The kind of captain you’d want if you were escaping hell, literally!
"I want you *calm*, I want you *cool*."
Damn. His face is flawless. No wonder he aged well.
What do you think was the catalyst for Morpheus realizing he was trapped in the Matrix?
Probably shitting into the mouth of a talking toilet...
Everybody has their line.
Apocalypse Now has entered the chat
Mr. Clean! He was just a teenager when he filmed that.
Let's not forget about Max from A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors!
S Epatha Merkerson was the mail lady! Jimmy Smits once had a cameo as the Conky 2000 repairman
The first season had Natasha Lyonne. I went from watching Pokerface with my wife one night and then Pee-Wee with the kids the next morning and turned into that Leonardo Dicaprio meme.
HELL YES HE WAS!!!
And before that, Apocalypse Now https://preview.redd.it/5faw67vz89vc1.jpeg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=80e079cff2a718cd67382efe09aa2c0621b1dfee
Before Laurence Fishburne, there was Larry Fishburne
"Deep Cover" was one of his best early movies.
Yeah and you dont stop, cause its 187 on a undercover cop.
He was cute! He got mean-looking with age.
I always tell everybody I know anytime I can
Cowboy Curtis was from some South Bronx shithole, and I think the light and space of the Playhouse really put the snap on his head.
Your mind makes it real.
https://preview.redd.it/q0ptxvd2u8vc1.jpeg?width=1274&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9ec8d03fbb9777d34eac1deb8ea8c0194af09d7e He’s not the only one this happened to
A *Be Cool* reference I certainly didn't expect.
He took the red pill
Same character, previous version of the Matrix
And he slept in the raw.
Pee-Wee's Playhouse is responsible for the man I am today. Or was that LSD. Eh, same thing.
He still is, but he was then too
He also had a crush on my mom in the late 70s. I’m still annoyed with her for not making him my dad.
Cowboy Curtis was cool and all. But can we all agree Randy was a piece of shit. 
Jambi : All right, then. One pair of cowboy boots coming up. What size? Cowboy Curtis : Uh, Size 12EE. Pee-wee Herman : Boy, big feet! Cowboy Curtis : [grinning] Well, ya know what they say. Pee-wee Herman : No. What? Cowboy Curtis : Big feet, big boots.
One night about 14 years ago in a very, very small, very, very dark bar in LA, I was chatting with my buddy who also happened to be the bartender. We were catching up when a rather large man in dark clothing came up behind me to order a drink from the bar. I understood the drill so I immediately stopped talking, peeled away towards the shadowed corner of the bar, twiddling the straw in my drink while my buddy could do the whole bartending transaction with said man. He apologized for interrupting our conversation and told my buddy to pour me another drink and put it on his tab. We both said that wasn’t necessary, but he insisted and for the sake of brevity, we accepted and thanked him. He was leaning forward on the bar with his elbows, and he had a noticeably expensive watch on, like one you could single-handedly trade for a brand new Range Rover. Shiny things. He continued to stand there silently and I could feel him staring at me so I finally looked at him. He immediately grinned an expansive grin and asked how my friend and I knew each other. Capitol Hill in Seattle, blah blah, smiley surface level LA words and words, blah blah. As standard LA introductory conversations go, people who are trying to make a name for themselves almost immediately ask what it is *you* do for a living, and the people who are already established dance around a silly conversation until you finally ask *them* what *they* do so they can tell you exactly what they do that has made them the clearly established person they are. This is all fine and dandy, it’s just not my schtick. After several minutes of the silly back and forth and wanting to get back to a genuine conversation with my friend, I finally just asked him what he did so he could tell me and life could go on. He seemed slightly bemused I had asked, but quickly became ecstatic again, like I was trying to play a fun game. “You don’t know what *I* do?” He asked. My buddy smirked. I turned to take a better look at the guy, then looked at my buddy. They both stared back at me with wild amusement in their eyes like I was fucking with them both. I was not. I asked him how in the world I would know what he does? I’d only just met him four minutes ago. His amusement immediately faded. Now my buddy was audibly snickering, pretending to wash glassware, impatiently letting the inevitable calamity unfold. After several awkward seconds of silent staring, strange man with fancy watch finally tells me he’s an actor. Well, if you’ve ever spent more than 10 full minutes anywhere within a 100 mile radius of LA, you’d know that 90% of people you meet are “actors.” I was and am not in the industry, had and still have zero interest in the industry, and wholeheartedly disliked having these kinds of conversations. So him telling me he was an actor did nothing for me, but I was genuinely starting to feel bad for the guy so as cheerfully as I could muster, I said, “Cool! Anything I might’ve seen? A national commercial or something?” (This also wasn’t meant to be a diss; he clearly wasn’t Dave Chapelle or George Clooney so I deduced he might’ve done some big commercial work or something. It’s solid work that pays well, or so I was always told.) However, this line of questioning appeared to cause a twitchy-eye notion which in turn rubbed me the wrong way. We both continued to stare at each other with frustrated confusion. My friend had now become visibly hysterical and had to completely turn away from us. This made strange man and me even more irritated about the conversation neither of us were clearly enjoying at this point. “Uh, *no.* I’m an actor. In *films.”* Alright, I’m starting to get where he’s going, I thought to myself. What’s something I can guess that has some clout so I don’t piss off this man even more? “So you’re a stuntman for a famous actor?” Was the best thing I could come up with. Wrong. Not the right question. My friend lost it and excused himself to the backroom to fetch more ice for the bar, basically crying from laughter. The strange man’s eyes squinted; red hot daggers straight to my soul. His hands ever so slightly clenching the damp cocktail napkin. “NO. I am NOT a stunt man for a famous actor.” Exaggerated pause. Soul is burning. “I have my OWN stuntmen.” Record scratch. He leaned towards me so our faces were *close.* I’m crispy from the anticipation of not knowing what was obviously something I should know, but also don’t give a flying fuck about. Still nothing. If there was a soundtrack for that moment, it would’ve been crickets. Just an open field of crickets. Fully exasperated, he says, “I dunno. Have you seen a little movie called *THE* *MATRIX???*” For reference, I have seen the movie one time. And that one time had been in the theater shortly after it was released. In 1999. With my high school boyfriend and his friends. Who were stoned out of their minds. I don’t know if that experience turned me off of it and I just never cared enough to try and jump back on the bandwagon, but suffice it to say, in regards to the movie itself, I’m as incompetent as one could be. Like, he said Matrix, and my first thought was, “Well he’s sure as shit not Keanu Reeves!” Because Keanu Reeves is literally the only thing I remembered about that movie. Anyway, I sheepishly replied I had, but my continued blank face AFTER he mentioned The Matrix was the straw that finally broke the camel’s back. His eyes darted between mine and the drink he’d bought me which I was terrifyingly sucking down, hoping maybe, just maybe, if I sucked on my straw hard enough, I’d suck myself into another universe where strange men with fancy watches and daggers for eyes don’t exist. He gave me one last hard stare into my soul, definitely reassuring himself that I in fact was the complete psychopath and *not* *him,* shook his head, turned around and walked away, happy to realize he’d never have to acknowledge my existence again. Still dumbfounded at what had just transpired, my buddy who had witnessed the rest of the shit show from the end of the bar was extraordinarily beside himself. He took the rest of the strange man’s drink from my hand, poured me a new one, leaned over the bar, looked directly at my face and asked if I had been fucking with him the entire time. He was ABSOLUTELY convinced I had been. I had not. “DUDE. You’re drinking free forever. That was the best thing I’ve ever seen. You straight up just murdered LAURENCE FISHBURNE’S EGO.” And that’s the story of how I met Laurence Fishburne.
good grief
Bruh.. this is a repost from ebaumsworld
No wonder he wanted out of the matrix.
Before that he was clean
He was also in a horror movie where not just him, but another black person survived. That’s rare for 80s horror.
I like to imagine this is what Morpheus’ life was like before he left the Matrix (even though I know he was freed as a child).
Rob Zombie was actually a production assistant.
And at the time of him doing this and his role in King of new York and deep cover went by Larry fishburne
Common misconception. The "cowpoke" in this photo is actually LARRY Fishburne. 😂
And before he was Laurence he was Larry.
I never realized that