The Sugarland Express

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- I can't. I only got four more months.

No, you're leavin' today.

- I can't.

- I love you. Yes, you are.

- I love you too.

- You're leavin' today.

- I can't.

- Yes, baby. Please.

- I can't.

- Come today. Today.

- I love you.

- No!

If you don't,

this is our last time.

Clovis?

- Jesus Christ, have you lost your brains?

- Hubie, you're gonna screw me up.

Nobody breaks out of pre-release!

That's just stupid!

If I don't, she's gonna run off.

- You said your old lady's in the jute mill.

- She did her time. She's out on her own.

I'm gonna call a guard

for your own good.

- This is stupid!

- Hubie! Hubie!

(whispers) You don't understand.

They took my boy, Baby Langston.

What the hell are you talkin' about, boy?

Guard!

Ain't nobody gonna fuss

over four little old months.

Bye, honey.

We won't see him for another week.

I sure am gonna miss him.

You might,

but I'm not gonna miss him any.

Oh, Pa, don't talk like that.

- Scoot on in, Mama.

- Pardon me.

- You Hubie's mom?

- Yes, I am.

And still proud of it, no matter

what his circumstances may be now.

He's a caution, which is why

we came to see him. Isn't it, honey?

- Where y'all headed?

- New Frankfurt.

That's where we're goin'!

We lost our ride. Do you mind awfully?

- You're a friend of Hubie's?

- Sure am.

- That boy ain't no damn good. Never was.

- Pa, stop talkin' like that!

And I don't think

he ever will be any good.

I tried my best to make a man out of him

but it look like I failed somewhere.

Scoot in the seat back there.

ndale, ndale, young fella. ndale.

Yes, sir.

(motor chugs)

- No smokin'.

- Officer, I think you're a mean man.

Buster, haven't I seen you

somewhere before?

You probably have.

I think I picked peas with you

out on the pea farm one time,

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