Zuko: I'm, uh ... Lee and this is my Uncle, uh ... Mushi? Iroh : Yes, my nephew was named after his father, so we just call him Junior. [Leans over to the side to give Zuko a pleased smile.] Zuko glares angrily at Iroh and moves his finger across his neck signaling that he's dead meat, but abruptly halts and puts his hands behind his back Zuko: Oh ye we are refugees That moved in Ba Sing Se not too long ago