Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is a Water Tribe weapon.

Katara, steady!

I'm an idiot, Momo.

Sure could go for some delicious sea prunes.

Your beast trashed my ship.

You're about to find out.

Aang, less sail. ( grunts )

of wisdom, bravery and trust.

There are no stowaways on my ship.

Stand aside, filth.

I'm looking for Bato of the Water Tribe.

but the warriors drove them down this hill.

( eerie rhythmic breathing )

The same mark your father earned.

No. You can't trust me.

And for Aang, the mark of the trusted.

A hundred years passed,

I'm gonna miss you so much.

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

Aang, what are you talking about?

Even if we had time to wait for the message,

I'm with you, Sokka.

was more painful than my wounds.

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