When I was around 10 years of age, I believed that the epitome of cool, the heights of awesomeness, the pinnacle of power, the apex of wisdom — all rested upon the shoulders of Arnold Schwarzenegger.  It would be commonplace for me to say things like:

“There’s no way you can lift that truck off of that guy.  Only Arnold Schwarzenegger could do that.”
“Why are you wearing an RPG inside? And what’s with the uzi?  Who do you think you are, Arnold Schwarzenegger?”
“How did we end up in this drug cartel battle zone?  If only Arnold Schwarzenegger were here — he would know what to do.”

Now that I am older and wiser, I am more realistic.  I can be heard saying:

“Why do you keep asking me what is for dinner?  Who do you think I am, Arnold Schwarzenegger?”
“Man, I need to get some gas.  I wonder what Arnold Schwarzenegger would do?”
“Arnold Schwarzenegger doesn’t wash his own dishes, so neither will I.”