Sokka: Hey, feel my shirt.
Azula: *feels his shirt* Hm, pretty soft.
Sokka: You know what it’s made of?
Azula: Oh no, don’t you fucking da-
Sokka: BOYFRIEND MATERIAL!

Azula [reading a message from Sokka]: “Don’t forget to pick up the groceires your way home. Love you Azula: “Love you less than three”?

[At home]

Azula: Who are the other three, Sokka?

Sokka: What? …What do you mean Azula?

Azula: You texted less than three.

Sokka: Azula… “Azula: Don’t lie to me, Sokka! I didn’t graduate 6th grade for nothing!

Azula: You look nice, I want to kiss you.

Sokka: What?

Azula: I SAID IF YOU DIED I WOULDN’T MISS YOU

Azula: Can you do me a weird favor without asking any questions?
Sokka: Isn’t that the bedrock upon which our friendship was founded?

Azula: Want to kiss again?
Zuko: *screaming*
Katara: What? What’s wrong?
Sokka: You look like Azula.
Katara: *yells*
Zuko: Why are you screaming?
Katara: You look like Sokka.
Sokka: *screaming*
Azula: *yells*
Zuko and Katara: *both yelling and screaming*

Sokka: Hey, Azula?
Azula: Yes, what is it?
Sokka: Why are you here?
Azula: Well, peasant, I imagine that is one of life’s greatest questions. ‘Why AM I here’?
Azula: Do you suppose I am the product of some cosmic coincidence? That I was merely conceived as a result of some cold eugenics experiment to make a Master Race?
Azula: That I was born into a world of chaos, meant only as a child soldier to be swallowed up in the massive whirlpool called war? That I am meant to wander this earth on my own, with no one to love or love me back, to accept me for who I am, these shattered pieces of glass? This crippled dragon?
Azula: I do not know, Sokka, but I have spent sleepless nights wondering about this question myself.
Sokka: …
Azula: …
Sokka: … What? No, I meant why are you HERE? Out in the SUN? You’re red all over!
Azula: … Oh. Yes. Sunburn.
Sokka: What was all that stuff abo-
Azula: Nothing.
Sokka: You sure?
Azula: I said it was nothing, peasant!
Sokka: … Do you want to talk about it? In the shade? I got ice cream!
Azula: … I hate you. Ow.

Sokkla confession

Sokka: I want to say something to you, Azula. You’re a straight-up boss, but inside you’re a softie, you’re the exact opposite yet similar to me. You inspire me and I love you.
Azula: *war flash backs*
Azula: *cold sweat*
Azula: *hesitation*
Azula: We are going to talk about this later.
Azula: *storm off*

Azula: Everyone needs a hobby to keep themselves satisfied.
Sokka: What hobbies do you like to do?
Azula: You.

Suki: Did you just check out Sokka? My BOYFRIEND!?
Azula: Head to toe.

Azula: It appears we share similar qualities.
Sokka: I’ve got many.
Azula: As do I. I see three at the moment – looks, wits. I hope for your sake the third is where your real talent lies.
Sokka: Well, I never fail to rise to a challenge.