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.