I'll drive you home.

Can you give her a ride home?

Can you give her a ride home?

There is a police car parked outside our house.

Tom parked the car behind Mary's house.

I'm driving Tom home afterwards.

The car stopped in front of the house.

Tom left his car at home today.

Tom parked his car behind Mary's house.

Tom parked his car behind Mary's house.

Fadil drove Layla over to her friend's house.

I want a house, and I want a car.

A car drew up in front of my house.

Tom left his car at home today.

He led me to a house of cream stucco, then drove off.

This is a photograph of a house and a driver and a car near my own home.

I don't own a house, don't have a car, don't own much at all.

I can't afford to buy a car, much less a house.

I was almost home when the car ran out of gas.

I'll send you home in my car.

I want to drive to his house in my car.

I was almost home when the car ran out of gas.

Tom drove Mary home in his sports car.

Fadil saw an unfamiliar car parked in front of his house.

But when you're sharing a car and you have a car share service, you might use an E.V. to commute, you get a truck because you're doing a home project.

We didn't get any because we have a car and a house.

He had been repairing the car and looked tired when I arrived home.

Fabio's car is parked in front of Elena's house.

Fadil drove the car to an abandoned house and stashed it.

Just a 10 minute drive from Mubalama s home is a large apartment complex where many Congolese refugees have found a place to live the Buena Casa Apartments in Kent.

Is it true that you authorized the driver to take the car home?

We could, for example, imagine growing a lamp, a chair, a car or maybe even a house.

It's the same gesture he makes when he comes home after a long day, turns off the key in his car and says, Aah, I'm home. Because we all know where home is.

Forced to remove their bloodied car from the road, Jules calls his friend Jimmie (Quentin Tarantino).

They pin a medal on his chest. He goes home to a ticker tape parade.

The incident began after she attempted to hitchhike home, and that she entered the car of the four boys while believing that she would be driven to her home.

Isn't it weird that my 48 year old husband is forever losing his way home in the car, from the driveway?

This is Motor Ritz Towers in Manhattan in the 30s, where you drove up to your front door, if you had the guts.

As Rukana Hammour was parking the car in front of her place and helping her children (5 years, seven years and 9 years old) to step out, six men came out of nowhere and attacked her, violently pushed her children away from their mother, and aggressively pushed her into a car whose number tells it's a Tartossi car.

Let's go by car.

I'll go by car.

I'll come by car.

I always drove motorcycles. And when I bought my first car, it shocked me that it cost three times more than my parents' house. Interesting.

This car runs on alcohol.

So if the car ahead of me on I 94 hits traffic, it will immediately alert my car and tell my car to reroute itself to get me home in the best possible way.