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Суть шутки: When Cho concludes her show by recalling her life with her new pooch, we see how she makes the avoidance of race ludicrous: I stopped drinking and I got better. And as I got better, my dog got better. He's the greatest and we walk everywhere together. And people talk to you a lot more if you have a dog. Because I was walking the dog, and this homeless guy jumped out and said, "That dawg gonna wind up in a pot o' rice." (Long beat, as Cho mugs an Emily Post-like shock at the impropriety.) And he probably wouldn't have said that if I was by myself.
This final joke turns on the pathetic nature of liberal ignorance--its pretense of naïveté. The disavowal of race--the return to color-blindness [in Part 3 of the show] after the moment of racial awareness [in Part 2]--is only possible for 'infantile' (or inebriated) spectators, those so outside the boundaries of intelligence and sobriety (or mature, noninnocent knowledge) that they cannot 'get' the joke. Racial oppression slyly punctuates this final section of the show, performed in/as the avoidance of race.
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