Negotiations, in my eyes, have gone backwards. Dramatically backwards.

It really wasn't a hit. It was a bleeder that had eyes on it.

Well, ... it just brought tears to my eyes.

In our eyes, it clearly could have been a mistake.

Something about her eyes or voice has always suggested the hint of a free spirit, trapped in a Peck & Peck cage, dreaming of making rude noises at public gatherings of Republicans.

It was a doozy. People were on their knees, on their backs, throwing up and having their eyes rolling back in their heads.