She said that she required... a husband!

Miles Massey:

Baron von Espy, what is your profession? 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. Miles Massey:
And what does that job entail? Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy:
I satisfy such requests as the clientele may present. Miles Massey:
Towels, ice, et cetera? 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. Miles Massey:
I see. [Pointing to Marylin Rexroth] Miles Massey:
Baron, do you recognize that woman? Heinz, the Baron Krauss von Espy:
Ah, cher Marylin. But of course. Look who is here. Hi! Miles Massey:
And she was a guest of the Red... Trousers? 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!