Bet this one will end well…

-Guess, who’s back. Shaun, do you have any idea what time it is?
-10–11?
-It’s two o’clock in the morning! Where’ve you been?
-I told you I had to hold up, didn’t I?
-Till two a.m? You really think I’ll believe that? You promised me to quit.
-To quit? What are you talking about?
-Enough! I know you’ve been making wages again!
-Fine! Yes! Wages! You happy? What else can I do? Your father doesn’t seem to be very interested in giving me that warm place he promised!
-Oh, sure, he’s dreaming to put another liability on his shoulders!
-Look, Sarah, I caught a glimpse of an ad on my way back. There’s a new steed. They say he’s the best, I have a chance to recoup.
-Shaun…
-Just think about it, it may be our only chance: we’ll pay all the debts, move, by a car, things will start to straighten out! Don’t tell me you’re not gonna seize the opportunity to start with a clean sheet!
-Shaun! Let’s make a clean breast of things: first of all, you are to realize at last, that you’re not the only one to face the music. Secondly, I can’t recover myself after you last “winning steed”, and I know I won’t, because it’s an endless loop. Thirdly, no, I’m fed up. I know what happens with you at the sight of money, a bunch of naive pricks, and a chance to bet.
-You don’t und…
-Unfortunately, my words can’t seem to have any effect on you, so that’s what I’ll say: if you come that late once again, or I see you in the sight of the smallest betting office. Then it’s over. We are done.