Finally Jackson nodded, miserably, and then shook his head.

Jackson nodded obediently but thought to himself: steer small?

Jackson nodded and then pointed at the army of reporters.

Slowly, Jackson nodded, and drew a file from his drawer.

As if to affirm this, Jackson nodded before asking, "What were those items?"

Jackson nodded as he tapped the cigar on Ryan's ashtray.

Looking torn between shaking and hugging her, Jackson nodded.

Ten minutes later, Jackson nodded and extended his hand.

"He had the measure of her," Jackson nodded understandingly.

Jackson nodded and bellowed back: "You all right, sir?"