A screenwriter comes home to a burned-down house. His sobbing wife is standing outside. "What happened, honey?" he asks.

"Oh, John, it was terrible," she weeps. "I was cooking when the phone rang. It was your agent. Because I was on the phone, I didn't notice the stove had caught on fire. It went up in seconds. Everything is gone. I barely made it out of the house alive..."

"Wait! Back up a minute," the man says. "My agent called?"