#abraham finch

Abigail: Abraham Finch, just how big do you plan to let that junk pile of yours get? Abraham: Woman, I must've told you a dozen times by now, if it gets too big, I'll start a new pile down by the razorgrain patch. Abigail: That's what you said last year, when your pile was half that big. What I want to know is, how big is too big? Because I'm thinking it's too big already. Abraham: Fine, fine. I'll get to moving it when my day ain't filled from sun-up to sun-down with all the other work that goes on around here. Abigail: Oh, why do I even bother.

Abigail: I found that busted-up old radio you gave Jake for his twelfth birthday. Took me an hour to stop crying over it. Abraham: Oh, Abbey...  Abigail: How could we let it happen? How could we fail our own son so completely? Abraham: We did the best we could by him, but Jake was a grown man and he made his decision. I know it's hard, but we can't go on blaming ourselves. Abigail: I just don't see how I'll ever be able to forgive myself. Abraham: I know, Abbey. I know.

Abigail: Are my eyes playing tricks on me, or did that scrap heap of yours get about ten pieces of junk larger since last week? Abraham: What uh... what makes you think that, sweetheart? Abigail: Don't you play coy with me, husband. There ain't been any traders by here with that much scrap, not lately. How many times have I told you about sneakin' around in that salvage yard at night? If those gunners catch you stealin' their metal, you know what they'll do. Abraham: You've got nothing to worry about, Abbey. Even if they do spot me, they couldn't catch me. I'm just too smart for 'em. Abigail: One of these days, you're going to find out that you aren't half as clever as you think you are. When that happens, it's ain't just going to be you that suffers, it's going to be all of us. Abraham: That's enough, now. I haven't been caught yet, and I ain't going to be. That should be good enough for you.

Abigail: One of these days, we need to find you a good woman, Daniel. Daniel: Even if I had time for something like that, which I don't, who'd be interested? The women of the Commonwealth ain't exactly lining up to be farmer's wives. Abigail: Then you need a farm girl. There's plenty out there, you know. That Abernathy girl is nice enough, even if her mother's a witch. And there's that girl at Warwick... What's her name? Joanie? Daniel: Janey. And she's too young for me. And Lucy Abernathy's only got eyes for Hawthorne in Diamond City. Abigail: Well don't you worry, son. There's someone out there for you. Daniel: You're the one who's worried. I can't think past all the weeds I got to pull.

Abraham: Where'd you put those fusion cells I set out the other day? Abigail: I put them back in your junk pile, dear. You know the rule. Anything that ain't on the workbench is fair game when I'm cleaning. Abraham: Well couldn't you have asked me first, woman? I had to dig around in that pile for two hours straight to find those damn things! Abigail: Really? If I had to stop and ask about every piece of scrap you left laying around, I'd need a week just to tidy up the house! That's why we made that rule in the first place. And I might remind you, Abraham Lowell Finch, that you agreed to it! Abraham: Alright, alright! I get the point, woman. Abigail: Hmph. I'll believe it when I see it.

Daniel: We got enough caps to get me a new pair of boots? Abigail: Why? The ones you got on don't look so bad. I'm sure they've got another couple of months on 'em at least. Daniel: Easy for you to say, you ain't wearin' 'em. The soles are coming off. Sometimes they flap so bad when I walk, it sounds like someone's clapping at me. Abigail: Well maybe they're just showin' their appreciation for all the hard work you do. Daniel: That's very funny, but I'm being serious here. I might as well go barefoot for all the trouble these things cause me. Abigail: Well, I'll see what we've got. It ain't much, but it might be enough. Daniel: That's all I need to hear.

Abraham: Keep a watch to the east while you're working today, son. I saw something down by the waterline. Looked big, too. Daniel: Mirelurk. Got to be. They've been getting closer lately. Probably scoping us out. Abraham: Well, they get too close, they're going to get a taste of hot lead. Daniel: Yes sir.

Daniel: We got an extra shovel anywhere in the scrap? Abraham: Pretty sure we do, yeah. Daniel: Know where it is? Abraham: [amused] Not a clue. Daniel: Doesn't it ever occur to you that all this junk isn't doing us any good if we can't find something when we need it? Abraham: You just need to dig around a little. It's there somewhere. Daniel: Yeah... I think it'd be faster to shovel dirt with my hands.

Here we see Abraham Finch bravely fighting a deathclaw.

This is Abraham Finch. Farmer, family man. A wearer of a good beard.

This is his son, Daniel. Fine boy, terrible idiot sometimes.

These are their weapons. You might ask, why do the Finch boys have their weapons out for the world to see?

Well I'll tell you. Because on the Finch Farm, the only time is...