You see, I have this little problem with my apartment...I live in the West Sixties, just half a block from Central Park.My rent is $85 a month.It used to be eighty until last July when Mrs.Lieberman (Frances Lax), the landlady, put in a second-hand air conditioning unit.It""s a real nice apartment - nothing fancy - but kind of cozy - just right for a bachelor.The only problem is - I can""t always get in when I want to.He is seated at his impersonal gray steel desk, with a nameplate on the side of his desk, in a sea of similar desks and expressionless-faced employees under fluorescent lights in the center of the 19th floor.Violated bodies and families were torn apart by the ""living dead"" creatures, illustrating how nothing was sacred in contemporary society." Ryan also said that the Colombian government demanded to keep the seized funds (the laundered drug money), but the President resisted: "This is our money.] She sat in the balcony, with popcorn and a drink in her lap.Suddenly, he projected old black and white film on the screen changed - he camera zoomed back from a jukebox, now located in a rundown, dilapidated version of the Crave Inn, forgotten and crumbling with umbleweeds blowing by.