They'll never smell it over the stench of Brylcreem.

他们可不会去闻男用发油发出的恶臭。

I got a peek at his note cards, and I don't want to give anything away, but the young kid who boarded the bus with the hair full of Brylcreem and a cardboard suitcase full of dreams — it was him.

我偷瞄了他的备忘卡，我不想剧透里面的内容，但是那个头上涂满发蜡手提着纸板行李箱怀揣着梦想登上大巴的年轻孩子——是他。