I don’t feel old. I don’t feel anything till noon. That’s when it’s time for my nap.

The line turns a denial of aging into a comic admission of its everyday realities. “I don’t feel old” suggests youthful self-perception, but “I don’t feel anything till noon” reframes that confidence as mere morning grogginess, and the final clause—“That’s when it’s time for my nap”—lands the paradox: the speaker’s schedule is governed by fatigue. The humor depends on timing and reversal, but it also captures a broader truth about aging: subjective identity often lags behind physical rhythms. Hope’s delivery style typically makes the joke affectionate rather than bitter, inviting audiences to laugh at a universal, gently embarrassing sign of getting older.