“Double?”
Old Woman: My joints say there’s going to be a storm. A bad one.
Old Man: Well, it’s your joints against my brain.
Old Woman: Then I hope your brain can find someone else to haul that fish, ’cause I ain’t comin!
Old Man: Then I’ll find a new fish hauler and pay him double what you get. How do you like that?
Sokka: I’ll go.
Old Man: You’re hired!
Sokka: What? You said “get a job” and he’s paying double.
Old Man: Double? Who told you that nonsense?