Melinda Clarke credited as playing...
Madame Macmu-Ling
- Madame Macmu-Ling: Five, seven then five syllables mark a haiku, remarkable oaf.
- Sokka: They call me Sokka, that is, in the Water Tribe. I am not an oaf.
- [students laugh]
- Madame Macmu-Ling: Chittering monkey. in the spring he climbs treetops and thinks himself tall.
- [students ooh]
- Sokka: You think you're so smart with your fancy little words. This is not so hard.
- [students ooh louder]
- Madame Macmu-Ling: Whole seasons are spent mastering the form, the style. None calls it easy.
- Sokka: I calls it easy, like I paddle my canoe. I'll paddle yours, too.
- [students laugh again]
- Madame Macmu-Ling: There's nuts and there's fruits. In the fall the clinging plumb drops, always to be squashed.
- [steps on a plumb]
- Sokka: Squish, sqaush, sling that slang, I'm always right back at ya like my... boomerang.
- [pulls out his boomerang in her face]
- Sokka: That's right, I'm Sokka. It's pronounced with an Okka. Young ladies, I rocked ya!
- [counting fingers, realizing his last line had 6 syllables not 5]
- Security guard: Uh, that's one too many syllables there, bub.
- Sokka: [hits the ground with a disgusted look on his face] Poetry.