The zeppelin was stuffed with parts.
“What is all this crap?” she asked Gil.
“Parts,” he said.
Passing Cochran in the hallway: “What is all this crap?”
“Crap,” he said. “F—ing dead weight. I thought you were bad.”
“Better watch it,” she said. “That was almost nice.”
“F— you,” he hissed and disappeared behind the door to the engine room.
She giggled.