Dinner dialog

Steve*, what are you doing?
Steve, come out here.
Come sit out here, get out here.
What are you doing in there, come sit out here while I make dinner.
Come here! I hate you.
Get out here!
Why do you have to be such a fucker?
Stop it and come out here, you could at least talk to me for 5 minutes.
Don't stand there, sit down.
Don't touch that!
Leave that mushroom alone. Yes, I know it's an onion.
Shut up! God!
That's stupid.
Why are you being so stupid?!
Why do you do this to me?
Stop, turn that off, put something different on.
There is more to life than TSN.
If you want to date TSN, go date TSN.
I can't take it anymore.
Why won't you talk to me?
Is that why you have the tv on, so you won't have to talk to me?

*Names have been changed to protect the poor bastard.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, she's a real charmer. And no, the tone wasn't joking. Yes, perhaps it's rude of me to listen to this conversation, but as it's happening directly in front of my wide open door where I can be seen, I felt the need to document this as it was going on, since it was just so hard to believe those were the words being said. Not to tell imply how I think they should treat others, but that's got to be demoralizing. Sad. Makes me want to be nicer to every person I see in the run of a day. Some good comes of it I guess.