Get out of my apartment immediately, said Mr. Samsa and pulled open the door, without

Open the plan up, and, in one click, jump.

They probably had left them open, as is customary in an apartment where a huge misfortune has taken place.

They probably had left them open, as is customary in an apartment where a huge misfortune has taken place.

Bitchin' apartment!

Apartment meeting.

Apartment 301.

My apartment?

My apartment.

Let's stop this madness of open plan classrooms right now, please.

The door to the hall was ajar, and since the door to the apartment was also open, one could see out into the landing of the apartment and the start of the staircase going down.

Whatever it is must be pretty important, because I've traveled with it, moved it, from apartment to apartment to apartment.

In the apartment.

It's our apartment.

Also an apartment.

Here's the apartment.

In his apartment.

In his apartment.

In his apartment?

In her apartment.

In your apartment?

What apartment? Four.

To my apartment.

This is my apartment.

Breaking Into My Apartment?

Not your apartment either.

From doctor Peraltas apartment?

You seeking an apartment?

... Mrs. Harper. My apartment ...

I've my own apartment.

Please excuse the apartment.

Who's got my apartment?

I leave the apartment.

It was another apartment.

Where is your apartment?

What about your apartment?

You seen the apartment?

He's at your apartment.

What's your apartment like?

No apartment, no things...

You are one third as productive in open plan offices as in quiet rooms.

The apartment caught on fire.

Tom went inside the apartment.

They're both in the apartment?

Have you sublet this apartment?