A screenwriter came home to a burned down house. His sobbing and slightly singed wife was standing outside. "What happened, honey?" the man asked. "Oh, John, it was terrible," she wept. "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. All our family pictures were destroyed. Yearbooks, trophies... I nearly didn't make it out of the house. I have no idea where the dog is..." "Whoa there, back up a minute!" the man said. "My agent called?"