Glen Larson schmaltz. Just as unbelievable as a mystery writer who's smarter than every policeman or woman, ever, we have a coroner who tops that as Klugman, the frumpy nose pedastal, throws his weight around each obvious tale like the second coming. Always playing for the cheap seats Quincy is allowed to, not only do police procedural, but violate laws to achieve his ends in some cases. Oscar Madison put a leash on some of that ham fisted bravado, but you could tell in the Odd Couple Jack felt restrained. Here, add in some social causes and rediculous plot devices and you have pure Larson schlock. It is riveting, sometimes, just to see what they think is appropriate behavior, but I'll stick with Rockford or Columbo.