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.
"Sheila," Madea says, leaning over a bowl of potato salad. "I am well-fed, well-rested, and well-armed. If you mention my weight one more time, I’m gonna turn this class reunion into a family reunion—because I’m gonna send you to go see your ancestors." The Aftermath Madeas Class Reunion
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. The air in the Georgia backyard is thick
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. "I am well-fed, well-rested, and well-armed