— It's a strange coincidence, seeing you here again.
— Only if you believe in coincidence. I prefer inevitability. Every event is inevitable. If it wasn't, it wouldn't happen.
— What do we say about coincidences?
— The universe is rarely so lazy.
My friend, there is a fine line between coincidence and fate.
People say there's no such thing as coincidence. Dull lives they must lead.
— We'll apologize the day a monkey comes out of my butt. Then you get your «sorry». How about that?
— What a coincidence, because that's today.
— Look, we want the same thing as you.
— You know, it's funny. When people say that, they don't.
— In death... there are no accidents, no coincidences, no mishaps, and no escapes. What you have to realize is that we're all just... a mouse that a cat has by the tail. Every single move we make, from the mundane to the monumental, the red light that we stop at or run, the people we have sex with, or won't with us, the airplanes that we ride or... walk out of... It's all part of death's sadistic design, leading to the grave.
— Design... Does that mean if... if you figure out the design, you can cheat death?
— Alex... you've already done that by walking off the plane.
— That's right, Doc. November 12, 1955.
— Unbelievable that old Biff could have chosen that particular date. It could mean that that point in time inherently contains... some sort of cosmic significance, almost as if it were the temporal junction point... for the entire the space-time continuum. On the other hand, it could just be an amazing coincidence.
Then this is a remarkable coincidence. In a world that operates largely at random coincidences are to be expected but each one of them must always be mistrusted.
We are robots. We don't do coincidence.
Incompatibility — in matrimony a similarity of tastes, particularly the taste for domination. Incompatibility may, however, consist of a meek-eyed matron living just around the corner. It has even been known to wear a mustache.
Random chance... Now isn’t that a convenient explanation?