I like Cleetus, the slack-jawed yokel.

Chick in the back of truck: "Aw, Cleetus, not in front of my parents!"
Cleetus: "Come on now, Cheryl... After all, they're my parents too!"

I like the bus driver too, but for some reason his name has slipped my mind at 1am.

Homer: I dunno why they call these things fingers. I've never seen one fing, have you?
Driver: Nope.............................................. .................. oh, there goes one.