The music stops. The only sound is the click of Madea’s dentures settling into place.

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.

The tension peaks at the buffet line. A former rival, Sheila, makes the mistake of mentioning that Madea looks "well-fed."

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