Ismet: *was looking at his parents wedding album* Whoa! Mommy looks very pretty!

Sylvester: *looking at the photo* You know, your mommy didn't have a maid of honor, she had a man of honor, and that was me. *quite obvious that he's very proud of that*

Ismet: Uncle Sylvie...Should you really be proud of that?

Sylvester: What do you mean? Of course! Your mother is my little sister and we've had each other's back for everything.