Madeas Class Reunion -

"We still here," she grumbles to herself, taking a sip of "special" punch. "Most of 'em are ugly now, but we still here."

By 9:00 PM, the tent is a mess. Uncle Joe has been kicked out for trying to sell "medicinal" brownies to the former principal. Cora is leading a gospel sing-along in the corner to drown out the swearing. Madea is sitting in a folding chair, having successfully commandeered the entire tray of peach cobbler. 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 "We still here," she grumbles to herself, taking

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. Cora is leading a gospel sing-along in the

The "reunion committee" (three women who haven't liked Madea since she stole the prom king's car in 1972) attempts to start the ceremony.

"We’ve all come so far. Some of us are doctors, some are educators..." Madea (from the back): "And some of us are on our third ankle monitor, Brenda! Keep it moving!"