Uncle Iroh: What’s the happiest story you can think of, using only 4 words?
Azula: They like me back
Sokka: The food was free

Sokka: On a scale of 1 to 100, how much do you love your boyfriend?
Azula: You ARE my boyfriend, Sokka.
Sokka: Okay, let me rephrase it then. On a scale of 100 to 100, how much do you love your boyfriend?
Azula: *sighs*

Azula: Well, I won’t!
Sokka: Well, good.
Azula: Great!!
Sokka: Fantastic!!!!
Azula: SUPER!!!!
Sokka: AWESOME!!!!!
Azula: *screams*
Sokka: *screams*
Zuko: What the fuck is wrong with those people?

Azula: I talked to the perfect person today.
Zuko: What were they like?
Azula: Dark brown hair, beautiful eyes, smart as hell, good looking, has weird sense of humour, charismatic also the best at everything.
Zuko: Sokka?
Azula:
Azula: I was about to say ‘me’, but yes, he is.

Sokka: So, what do you do for a living?
Azula: *thinks power, fear and perfection*
Azula: Suffer.

On Words II – Sokkla

Sokka: Substitue fire-bending instructor.
Azula: Accident prone spear-chucker.
Sokka: Asthmatic dragon.
Azula: Masochistic polar-dog.
Sokka: Submissive little daddy’s girl.
Azula: Effeminate sissy boy.
Sokka: Stuck-up attention hog!
Azula: Bender-less fifth-wheel!
Sokka: *gasps* You boil-dripping, beef-brained, barf-sniffing bubble butt!
Azula: *gasps* You slug-slimed, scab-picked, pimple-squeezing finger bandage!
Sokka: Floppy, grease-covered, mucus-munching, sea-hag!
Azula: Hairless, maggot-ridden, ca-ca covered, hog-monkey!
Sokka: Lying, crying, spying, prying ultra-bitch!
Azula: Lewd, crude, rude, man-whore prude-dude!
Toph: Oh, get a room already you two! Hey, what’s wrong with you, Zuko?
Zuko: Nothing, just… a bit of deja vu?

On Words – Sokkla

Sokka: You don’t believe me when I say I love you?
Azula: Words are cheap. They can be twisted. To love, you must be willing to be bold. You are… bold when you kiss me. I believe in that more than I believe your words.