“Little girls grow up thinking that knights in shining armor actually exist. But they don't. And if those valiant heroes ever did bless this world with their chivalrous deeds, I imagine, just like Christ's apostles, they were destroyed by envy on the battlefront.”
“Ah, my Knight in Shining Armor. What, you don't think I can fend for myself?”
“What Hardy had found, however, was that he liked taking care of her. He liked being her knight in shining armor. He liked spending those few extra minutes with her. So he did.”
“Aren't you just a knight in shining armor? ... Wherever do you keep your horse? And who scoops up the crap it leaves behind?”
“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.”