“Snow, get behind me!" Charming shouted as he leaped to his feet. "I'll handle this brute.""Billy", the teacher cried. "This is the twenty-first century, Women don't need the white knight routine anymore. I can fight my own battles.”

“Women do not need a knight in shining armor or a Prince Charming to come to their rescue.”

“I can stand on my own feet; I don't need any man's mahogany desk to prop me up”

“It's the twenty-first century." I told Tank. "Women drive.""Only in my bed," Tank said. "Never in my car.”

“I'll fight dragons, just like any knight for his lady. I'll prove myself. You'll be proud of me.”

“I know that you'll survive the upcoming battle," he said, "because I'll be fighting right beside you and I'll lay down my own life to protect yours.""I . . . oh," she said. It took her some moments to understand. "You . . . will come with me?""Your fight is my fight," he said. Stark and direct, his words filled her with unsparing joy. "Your cause is mine. And more than that. Your heart is my heart. I love you, Astrid. My place is with you. Always with you.”