Gabe: I'd like to go to the theatre more
Gabe: There's an Agatha Christie on in the West End that looks good
Damien: Sometimes I can't decide if you've been lying to me and you're really some 75 year old divorcee called Mabel
Gabe: Maybe I'm a 75 year old divorcee trapped in a 22 year old gay boys body???
Damien: Would make sense
Damien: Do I have to start calling you Mabel now?
Gabe: See that you do
Gabe: And fetch me my dressing gown
Gabe: Mabel feels a chill