Reality TV is about the funniest thing on the planet to me. I just don't get it. I must not be their target demographic.
Here's a re-enactment of a ten-second clip that I recently saw on the show featuring Tori Spelling and her beaux:

Tori runs out of the house.

"What is it? What's the matter?"

Camera pans from Tori to Tori's husband as he comes stomping across the one-acre yard, absolutely purple in the face.

"Can you believe it? A photographer!"

Tori, off-camera: "A what?!?!"

Husband, finally having crossed the field: "A $#$^$ photographer, on our property! I can't believe it. The nerve! The violation of our privacy!"

Tori: "Oh, no! Where was he?"

Husband points, camera pans over to where husband points: a copse of trees on the other side of the lake on the far side of the acre lawn.

"Right over there, in those trees. Can you believe it? A cameraman on our property, taking pictures of us!"

I change the channel.