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NEYTIRI: You are Omaticaya now. You may make your own bow from the wood of Hometree.
(She looks away) And you may choose a woman.
The Omaticaya warrior is trying so hard to sound casual. Jake suppresses a question.
NEYTIRI: We have many fine women. Ninat is the best singer --
JAKE: Yes, she sings great. And I think that she likes me too. How do I choose her?
There is a swift blow to the side of his head that sends him flying.
NEYTIRI: skxawng! (She turns and runs out of the grove)
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