It's a nice song

Bea:

Fred, you must know I have a little crush on you. Fred:
Please, Bea. Bea:
What is it? What's wrong? Fred:
Nothing. It's just I... [Fred bursts into tears] Bea:
What's wrong? Is it still your fiancée? It's been such a long period of grief. It's not fair to you. Fred:
[crying]
I know. I know. It's just that every time I hear that song on the radio my memory goes back to Leonard. That was our song. Bea:
Leonard? Fred:
My beloved. Bea:
You never said your fiancé's name was Leonard. Fred:
How could I? Bea:
[pauses, slowly starts to understand]
I see. Just calm yourself. Would you like a drink? Fred:
No. Bea:
Just relax. [Fred continues to cry; Bea tries to comfort him] Bea:
It's a nice song