Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy
[in outrageous French accent]
Silly man. I am a baron.
Miles Massey
Yes, but do you not also hold a day job? Paying job. A, uh, a square job.
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy
Well, one has to live. I am the concierge of Les Pantalons Rouges at Bad-Gadesbourg in the canton of Uri.
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy
I satisfy such requests as the clientele may present.
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy
We have bellmen for that. No, no, no. Such requests that, were you at home, you would address not to your valet but to your majordomo.
[to his yapping dog]
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy
Shush, poochy-chow.
[Pointing to Marylin Rexroth]
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy
Ah, cher Marylin. But of course. Look who is here. Hi!
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy
Oh, many times, for relaxing and making Alpine recreation.
Miles Massey
Mm-hmm. I am curious about her visit of five years ago. January ninteen ninty eight. Can you remember any specific request she made at that time?
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy
Yes, I can.
Miles Massey
And, what, at that time, did she tell you she required?
Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy
She said that she required... a husband!