Disorder in the house... (30.24)
Wendy: Are you ever coming to bed?
Chuck: I could try to sleep, but I know I won't. I didn't want to keep you up. I seem to have done that anyway.
Wendy: Mm. Jock?
Chuck: Yeah. It's that. Sure. But more than that, it's still Ira. I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
Wendy: You've reached Shakespearean levels of insomnia.
Chuck: It's disorder in the house.
Chuck is quoting Hamlet here. Act 2. Scene 2.