An actor comes home (from his "2nd" job as a waiter) to a burned down house.

His sobbing and slightly-singed wife is standing outside.

"What happened, honey?" he asks.

"Oh, John, it was terrible," she weeps. "I was cooking, 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 nearly didn't make it out of the house. Poor Fluffy is gone!"

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