Armand, why won’t you let me be in the show? What? Are you afraid of my Guatemalan-ness?

Agador: Armand, why won’t you let me be in the show? What? Are you afraid of my Guatemalan-ness?
Armand: Your what?
Agador: My Guatemalan-ness. My natural heat. You are afraid I am too primitive, right, to be on the stage with your little estrogen rockettes, right?
Armand: Oh, yes, I’m afraid of your heat!