Madeas Class Reunion <Edge>

At the center of it all sits . She isn’t wearing a corsage; she’s wearing a floral housecoat with a 9mm tucked into the elastic waistband, just in case the "In Memoriam" section gets too disrespectful. The Arrival

As she watches her old classmates dance—some with walkers, some with rhythm—she softens for exactly three seconds. Madeas Class Reunion

The music stops. The only sound is the click of Madea’s dentures settling into place. At the center of it all sits

"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 The music stops

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.

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.