Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm an idiot, Momo.

was more painful than my wounds.

It's the bald monk she's traveling with.

I'm with you, Sokka.

Your beast trashed my ship.

No. You can't trust me.

Katara, steady!

There are no stowaways on my ship.

of wisdom, bravery and trust.

I'm gonna miss you so much.

Aang, less sail. ( grunts )

Aang, what are you talking about?

but the warriors drove them down this hill.

I'm looking for Bato of the Water Tribe.

Hey, look, a sword made out of a whale's tooth.

You're about to find out.

And for Aang, the mark of the trusted.

Sure could go for some delicious sea prunes.

A hundred years passed,

This is a Water Tribe weapon.

The same mark your father earned.

Stand aside, filth.

Even if we had time to wait for the message,

( eerie rhythmic breathing )