Annie is essentially sweating blood as she attempts to fix the used ship her and her friends have found, she checks it for hole, clogs or any sort of wound so when they hit the sea, they don't fucking die.

Wallace: "are you done yet.. I'm ti-i-ired." Annie: "go take a nap, I'm not done, I'm barely done."

Rigatoni, their makeshift, sentient pot with sewed cloth for a body is sitting in the corner of Annie's garage, A.K.A., her workshop.

After many hours, Annie completely finishes fixing the boat. They stick it to the top of her car, and drive to the nearest ocean