Evening.

I'm Shelly Dubinsky, Fawn's roommate.

I'm Frank Lymon from Amherst, Fawn's fianc?. Actually, we're engaged to be engaged. What's wrong with everyone here?

Why don't we sit down, Frank? I don't know how to tell you...so l'll just tell you. Fawn's dead.

She's dead? [Laughs] Did she put you up to this? That minx. What a lively sense of humour. [Shelly hands him a newspaper clipping] "Sophomore dies in kiln explosion"? Oh, my God!

I'm terribly sorry, Frank.

I just talked to her last week. She was gonna make a pot for me.

If there's anything I can do....

You're so nice. I really shouldn't impose on you.

No, really. Anything.

I don't think I should be alone tonight. Would you go out with me?

I'll get my coat.

And could you get three dates for my friends?