The funniest interview Geraldo ever did was with Charlie Manson. Manson shuffled in all shackled, legs, waist and hands, 125 lbs of dripping wet menace and sardonic psuedo-phlilosophy. When he sat the screws bolted his leg irons to the floor so he couldn't move if he wanted to. After the usual witty reparte (as you can imagine with these two), the interview ended with Jerry squaring off on his side of the table and taunting Chuckin' Charlie, "Come on, Charlie, you want a piece of me?"
I almost pissed myself laughing.
That sounds right for Geraldo. A big tough guy blow hard who knew Charlie couldn’t get out of his seat. What a loser. Beware of those who try to make themselves look all puffed up...they deflate easily.