“Aren't you just a knight in shining armor? ... Wherever do you keep your horse? And who scoops up the crap it leaves behind?”
“Women do not need a knight in shining armor or a Prince Charming to come to their rescue.”
“Oh Mom, it turns out my knight in shining armor was just some liar in tinfoil.”
“For someone who is supposed to be a knight in shining armor, you're acting like an ass in aluminum foil.”
“Ah, my Knight in Shining Armor. What, you don't think I can fend for myself?”
“What can I say,” he rolls his eyes at me, “you made me play your knight in shining armor for so long, I just can't seem to get it out of my system.”