Fish-eye

The girl gives him the fish-eye.

And the driver, some kind of cop, had given him the fish-eye as he passed.

O’Leary was giving me the fish-eye again.

The two broads were fish-eyein’ me.

She fish-eyed me a good ten seconds before she told somebody to hand me my stuff.

“You just fish-eyed me, boy. Don’t tell me it’s nothing. Hey! I’m talking to you.”