The Depression of Detective Downs

Rolando Downs:
Yeah, yeah, so I slept in the same thing I slept in yesterday, who cares?

Rolando Downs:
All the things you do for people, most of the time they don't really care. It's not a glamorous job. I mean - walking down the street, none of these people actually know I'm a cop. It's not like I walk around with a bright superhero costume on and receive praise for all the work I've done.

Rolando Downs:
Later when I went to the bathroom to wash my hands, I kept my head down, and avoided the mirror.

Rolando Downs:
Gun battles, there's nothing cool about them - nothing exhilarating, just part of the job. You know, like a nurse that has to mop up unsanitary fluids after they've spilled on the floor.

Rolando Downs:
[after waking up] That's me - Detective Rolando Downs. Yeah, Yeah, I know what you're thinking. You think I'm some fast-talking cop that's macho and cool that can talk his way out of any situation... But that's not me.

Rolando Downs:
[while riding in his partner's car] I know it looks like I'm not saying much, but in case you haven't figured out by now... I'm depressed.

Rolando Downs:
Oh yeah, ran into my ex-girlfriend after leaving the kidnapper's house today. She had a new guy. He has more muscles than I do, a better car to drive her around in, and nicer shoes.

Rolando Downs:
[while on the kidnapper's stolen houseboat] The walls on the boat were thin, and I think the kidnapper knew it too. He used it to his advantage.

[last lines]

Rolando Downs:
Hmmm... I wonder if that Pawnshop has any good alarm clocks.