Katara: Oh, Sokka, you're back. How was the fishing?
Sokka: I fought a shark!
Katara: Oh ... well, at least you still got paid. Right?
Sokka: Yes. Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. But since I literally spilled my own blood for this money, we're not just going to spend it on the first gimmick we see, ok-
Katara: Hey, look, a fortune teller!
Sokka: That's it! If there is anyone up there, just strike me down! Right now! (is attacked by a duck) Ow! Why a duck? Why a duck?!
Bato: Sokka, for trying to get out of this dangerous and abusive ritual, you get the Mark of Intelligence; Katara, for being manlier than your brother, you get the Mark of Courage; and Aang, for holding the puke bucket for Sokka, you get the Mark of Trust.
Aang: Yeeeeeaah... about that...
(Gilligan Cut to Sokka and Katara leaving Aang)
Aang: ...I think they took that well.
Sokka: Skepticism, skepticism, skepticism...
Katara: By the way, you've been frozen for a hundred years, your people have been wiped out by the Fire Nation, and the world is engulfed in war.
Katara: Aw, Sokka, you're a comic relief character! You couldn't beat up a shortbus full of nuns.
Aang: If fire can't exist in space because there's no oxygen, and comets are made up of ice and rock, why would a comet make firebenders stronger?
Roku: Because I said so, damn it!
Mechanist: Please understand. I had to make weapons for the Fire Nation, or they'd destroy our home!
Sokka: Silence, traitor!
Mechanist: But I already told you -
Sokka: You misunderstand. I mean you're a traitor to SCIENCE! You're the one responsible for all this steam-punk nonsense!
Mechanist: Well, surely steam-punk has some scientific -
Sokka: Steam. Powered. Jetskis.
Mechanist: My God, What Have I Done? How can I fix this?
Sokka: Let me get this straight. You can invent tanks, jetskis, and a gigantic friggin' drill, but the concept of a hot air balloon ... eludes you.
Mechanist: Um ... yes.
Sokka: I hate this world and everyone in it.
Sokka: You know something? The North Pole really sucks.
Katara: Like the South Pole was any better?
Sokka: Yeah - I lived at the South Pole. And even you have to admit that I'm a little better than chuncks of ice and baby seals.
Katara: I don't know ... baby seals are pretty cute.
Sokka: Anyway, can we gain a little altitude here, Aang? You're making me nervous.
Aang: What for? You said so yourself, Sokka, there's nothing out here.
Sokka: Yes, but something will be out here. And when said thing does get here, I'd prefer not to be killed, maimed, or eaten by it.
Katara: Oh, now you're just being negative.
Sokka: I'm not being negative, I'm being realistic. Literally everywhere we've gone, someone or something has tried to kill us. Literally. Everywhere.
Aang: Yeah, well, we're due, okay? I'm not going to make Appa waste all his energy just because of your paranoia.
(Cue the Northern Water Tribe attacking them.)
Sokka: So ... Am I gonna get a written apology, or -
Aang and Katara: Shut up, Sokka!
Aang: Y'know, I've been thinking, umm... maybe I can sort of teach you things, as I learn them? Y'know, where no one can see us... all alone... under a starry sky...
Katara: Really? That's a GREAT idea!
Aang: YES! Score!
Katara: I don't understand. How come I can't fight just because I'm a girl?!
Pakku: Listen, lass, haven't you ever played an RPG? Final Fantasy? Dragon Quest? Other than being the bloody lowve interest, lasses do one of two things. They heal or they summon monsters. And since I dunt see you pullin' a bloody dragon out of yer arse, get in the back row and CAST SOME BLOODY CURE SPELLS!!
Katara: F... Fu...
Pakku: You're gonna have t' speak up, lass. I can't hear ya over the sound of your own menstruation.
Katara: I said- [voice changes] Fuck that! I'm sick and tired of this shit and I'm not going to let it happen anymore. I'm done being captured, I'm done falling for every guy I meet, and I'm done taking the back seat in fights. I don't want to heal; I want to kick ass. Starting with yours.
Jin: Okay I'll keep it simple. I want. To Have Sex. With You.
Zuko: (Beat then voice changes) Baby, why didn't you just say so.
(Zuko claps his hands cue lights turning up and "Get Down Tonight" playing)
Jin: Oh my God! The lights! Your Voice! and...where's this music coming from?
Zuko: That would be my burning Soul.
Amon: Dreams don't ever really die lieutenant. You take them to the grave.
Katara: Hey there, good-looking. I'm Katara. What's your name?
Haru: My name is Haru. And yes, I am very, very good-looking. In fact, no word in any language can possibly describe how good-looking I am ... so you must make one up. A word like, 'sexy-fine'. But even this potent word cannot fully describe how beautiful I am.
Katara: I love you too.