Yes, Father. They have the bravest hearts, the noblest souls, and the shiniest armor in all the world.”
“Shiniest armor?” repeated King Ban.

Thank you, Father," Sir Lancelot replied gratefully. "But ... er ... Father?"
"Yes, Lancelot?"
"You didn't say anything about my armor. Is it not shiny enough?

I said you lie, knave!” shouted Beaumains, drawing his sword. “And for telling such craven falsehoods, you must die!”
The knight looked plaintively at Roger. “What’s wrong with this fellow?”
“He was dropped on his head when he was a baby,” answered Roger.

Brave? Or stupid?"
Roger shrugged. "I've never been quite sure where brave stopped and stupid began, myself.

Large men in black plate mail with red cloaks and plumes don't sneak worth a damn.

We didn't perform like Knights in shining armor.