Wiley in “Molly's Dolly”

[After the sheep have finished their race...]

What a race, what a race! The wind in our wool, the sound of thundering hooves, a chicken on my back... Okay, the chicken was a little weird, but the rest was great!

[The flock murmurs in confusion.]

Uh, oh yeah, yeah, the winner of the race, right, right. Uh... [clears throat] It is with great sheeply pleasure that I declare the winner is none other than Fluffy!

[The flock bleats excitedly.]

And his prize is... a deep sense of pride in knowing he's done his very best. Congratulations, Fluffy!

[The flock all bleat in confusion, then all approach Wiley.]

Uh, I'm sensing a modicum of disappointment here. Look. I'm a farm animal. What'd you expect, a burger and fries? Oh, I see. Uh, great, great, you want another race. A rematch. Okay, perfect. Work those legs and breathe that air. You're too close! You're too close!