Azula: Give me your sword.
Sokka: You can literally make daggers out of your own fire, why do you want my sword?
Azula: Just give me the sword, Sokka!
Sokka: No way! I can see right through your little ploy! You just want me to give you my sword!
Azula: That’s what I just said!
Sokka: Yeah, but its the way you said!

Sokka: Sometimes, Azula likes to tie me to the bed and cover me in chocolate and caramel.
Sokka: She’s a dominatwix.
Zuko: Why would you tell me that, you sick pervert!?
Azula: That was so funny it brought three muski-tears to my eyes
Zuko: I hate you both!

*Sokka attacks Azula with sword*
Sokka: *scratch*
Azula: You.. you cut through my armour. This was a gift from my father!
Sokka: Oh then, sorry about that.
Azula: I hated my father.
Sokka: Well then enjoy more scratches on this.
Azula: *blasts him with Fireball*
Azula: Don’t talk about my father like that!