A man and his dog go into a talent agent's office

"Boy, is it your lucky day!" the man says. "I have here a dog that can talk!"

The agent raises an eyebrow. "He can talk, huh? Alright, let's see what he can do."

The man excitedly pats the dog on the head and leans down. "Okay, Buster. What's above our heads? Speak!"

"ROUF!" the dog barks.

"See? He said roof! Buster, describe sandpaper to me. Speak!"

"ROUF!"

"That's right, it's rough! Buster, who's the greatest baseball player of all time? Speak!"

"ROUF!"

"Even Buster knows that Babe Ruth is the best!"

The talent agent rolls his eyes. "That's the stupidest goddamn 'act' I've ever seen!" He slams his hand down on his intercom. "Security, get this idiot out of here!" Before the man can respond, security comes through the door and grabs him and the dog. They carry him all the way to the front door and throw him out onto the street.

As they sit there, the dog looks over at his owner. "Huh, maybe I shoulda gone with Joe DiMaggio."