Frasier: Oh, what an idyllic spot. I'm already beginning to feel like Thoreau.
Frederick: We can't sleep here. This place bites.
Frasier: It does not bite. "It is shelter, as good as the best, and sufficient for its coarser and simpler wants."
Frederick: That you talking, or that guy from "Where's Walden?"
Martin: Good one, Freddie.