“Oh Mom, it turns out my knight in shining armor was just some liar in tinfoil.”
“We’re multigenerational Squires. (Carl)Which means what? You prance around with tinfoil armor and plastic swords pretending to be knights? (Nick)”
“my knight in shining armour turned out to be a loser 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.”
“So this chocolate princess. Her knight in shining armor is the Easter Bunny.”