Yup. It dawned on me that was the reason.
I don't know why Peter called our exchanges a "diatribe", though.
Me neither.
"Diatribe" means : "a thunderous verbal attack".
Neither of us was doing that, were we ?
I don't believe so...
Mr. Barnard: WHADDAYOU WANT?
Man: Well, I was told outside that...
Mr. Barnard: DON'T GIVE ME THAT, YOU SNOTTY-FACED HEAP OF PARROT
DROPPINGS!
Man: What?
Mr. Barnard: SHUT YOUR FESTERING GOB, YOU TIT! YOUR TYPE REALLY MAKES
ME PUKE! YOU VACUOUS TOFFEE-NOSED MALODOROUS PERVERT!!!
Man: Look, I came here for an argument! I'm not just going to stand
here...
Mr. Barnard: OH! Oh! I'm sorry! This is abuse!
Man: Oh I see! Well, that explains it...
Mr. Barnard: Aha! No, you want room 12A, just along the corridor.
Man: Oh...Thank you very much...Sorry...
Mr. Barnard: Not at all!
Man: Thank you. (Leaves)
Mr. Barnard: (under his breath) Stupid git.