Madea pulls up in the Cadillac, smoking a cigarette with the window up, flanked by Uncle Joe (who is already looking for the "herbal" refreshments) and a terrified Cora. As Madea steps out, she eyes her former classmates—now a sea of sensible slacks and church hats—with the suspicion of a TSA agent.
She then stands up, fires a single warning shot into the air to signal that the party is over, and heads for the Cadillac. Another reunion survived. Madeas Class Reunion
"Look at all these old people," Madea whispers loudly. "Hattie, is that you? I thought you died in '94. I sent a card! Give me my stamp money back." The Program Madea pulls up in the Cadillac, smoking a
"We still here," she grumbles to herself, taking a sip of "special" punch. "Most of 'em are ugly now, but we still here." Another reunion survived
The air in the Georgia backyard is thick with the scent of fried catfish, industrial-strength hairspray, and the looming threat of a physical altercation. Under a rented white tent that is visibly straining against the wind, a "Class of 1970-Something" banner hangs crookedly.