I think that smile got baked on the surface of my brain in much the same way.

"If your smile got any bigger, I might fall in."

A smile will get you a mile if you keep your spirits up.

But neither the laugh, nor the smile, got to his eyes.

But his smile never got a chance to grow.

Her smile got tight, the line behind me getting longer.

With every new disaster the smile and the spread-eagle arms get broader.

Her smile could get a rabid Communist to say mass on his knees.

The smile got wider, suggesting that she had her suspicions.

Her mother was looking at her with that smile of love women get when they look at their kids.