Mr. Burns sits across a checkered red-and-white tablecloth from a woman with a tall lavender beehive and a pink top, who rests her chin in her hands

What happens

Mr. Burns, the frail, thin, stooped old man with a hooked nose, grey hair at the sides and a dark suit and tie, sits across a checkered red-and-white tablecloth from a woman with a tall lavender beehive and a pink top, who rests her chin in her hands. In a restaurant with teal walls, a potted plant and a poster reading "ROMAN... ITALY," the woman talks with her mouth open and then lets her eyes droop dreamily, while Burns smiles with his hand resting near a candle in a bottle-shaped holder. Across the sequence her expression shifts from lively and chatty to heavy-lidded and content, as Burns keeps smiling and watching her.

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