Mitchell: Okay, let's get on this boat and fix this. Come on.
Cameron: Yep. Fix it.
Fergus: That's not the boat. They've already gone. Hugh was standing on his deck in a skimpy, little bathing suit, disappointed look on his face.
Mitchell: Wait. I'm s- wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Skimpy?
Cameron: I'm sorry, standing on his what?
Fergus: On his deck.
Cameron: Of the boat. Got it.