Confusion in the restaurant.

Waiter: Do you need a table? Follow Me.

Waiter: Here you are. Feel at ease. I'll bring the menu for you.

Mr. Bean: Thank you!

Waiter: Here it is.

Mr. Bean (thought): Oh my God. I don't know what are these foods. What will I do?

Waiter: Are you ready to order? We have the special meal of the day that comes with seafood. You'll love it, I'm sure. Would you like this dish?

Mr. Bean: Of course. Why not...

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Waiter: Here you are. If you need anything else you can call.

Mr. Bean (thought): What's this? That's what I asked? Hrmm. Oh no! It’s okay, I'll try to eat.

Mr. Bean (thought):  Hrmm. This is awful. That disgust. What will I do now? I will not eat it.

Waiter: Did you like it?

Mr. Bean: Yes, it’s very ... good.

Mr. Bean (thought): It's very bad. I'll hide this food. I'm not seeing any trash. I'll put in the woman's purse without anyone seeing. Then I'll pay the bill and leave.

Mr. Bean: Waiter, come here, please.

Waiter: Can I help you?

Mr. Bean:  Can I have the bill, please?

Waiter: Of course. Here you are.

Waiter: Thank you, sir. You are always welcome.

(Mr. Bean was leaving the restaurant when he heard a scream.)

Woman: Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

Mr. Bean (thought): Oh my God!!! The woman saw what I put in her purse. I need to run!

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