Trapped

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