Text: Imagine Luc Besson sitting, like Jean-Pierre Leaud, amid the chaos, a hand on his forehead, mumbling, Zere ees no flesh ...
Entailment: Luc Besson was sitting, imagine it, mumbling gibberish while putting his hand on his forehead.
Contradiction: Luc Besson was standing up, raving and furious about the lack of flash.